No matter how high I can reach there’s someone tugging on my coattail
It's emphaszied while we argue and we both yell
Trying to understand the other but we both fail
Always felt bad, but through it all I spoke well
Hardened edges but the inner me is oatmeal
Bag my emotions up distribute it like coke sell
Hoping one day that my legacy turns folktale
But even if it doesn’t I’d like to look back at it all and laugh it up and joke tell
Getting angrier than ever, I don’t cope well
Wrap my hands around the pain like a choke held
I mean a choke hold
In me a broke soul
Shattered into pieces, like the parts of a mosaic
Then quickly put together so my heart bears some abrasions