Girl
Girl, you've got it bad.
Yeah you've got it bad.
Punch your fist through walls at night,
cry yourself to sleep sometimes.
Of course you do, of course you do.
They don't care if you're alive or dead
just want the best of you, that's it.
Strip you down and set you on the shelf
til you're a dilluted version of yourself.
You feel weak, you feel down, you feel worthless.
Its a crime
if anyone sees you cry
so you stack your bricks of pride
held together by mortar
made up of anger.
You girl,
you and I are not that different.
I know how to communicate
but prefer to drown in tears than suffocate.
Cuz everyone's too close, get them all away.
I know how I feel so why explain?
I feel weak, I feel down, I feel worthless.
You and I
are strong minds.
You're the strongest girl I know
with the softest heart and it shows.
Don't know where you got that
must have made it at home from scratch.
You're guided by your strong mind
but your heart takes you to his door every time.
And he's beautiful girl, he's beautiful.
He's what you need and he's stable.
Don't see him when you're weak.
You never know what you may do.
You may not think I understand
but I've seen this before firsthand.
I'm not proud of that.
Just saying it.
Don't see him when you're weak girl.
What I did, I'd do all over again
if I'm not careful.
We can do this.
Learn ourselves.
Grow into ourselves.
Be a beautiful mix
of strength and weakness.
I believe in us.
I believe in us.
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2010
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