screaming, pleading,
hoping to god that i was dreaming,
but i couldn't get across my meaning;
it seemed to me my lungs were bleeding,
but i was just trying to get you to hear me.
bruising knuckles,
breaking chords,
we fight over which rights are mine and yours
but listen here and listen quick
i am done dealing with all this shit
a few more months and i swear i'm through
because look at me,
down on my knees, screaming;
i have had enough of you.
