Im a thief
I'm a liar
I don't mean to
I like the rush
But hate the bust
I try to be good
My mom says I try to be hood
I hate the way she makes me feel
Like I'm a fuck up
I know she wants what's best for me
But I'm just not ready for the world to test me.
Life is scary, you never know what's gonna happen
ANYTHING can happen in a blink of an eye
I sit back and observe my cry
My cry for help, in deep deep pain
but I push the help away and act like everything is ok
It's not, it's not okay.
Am I afraid to let it out?
Or am I afraid of what's gonna come out people's mouth?