Something is telling me to clean up my act
But something else keeps holding me back
& something keeps telling me to run away, before it’s too late.
Before you permanently change me

All these what ifs keep me still
A prisoner in an imaginary cell
To bound by my insecurities; my own personal hell
to realize that I am living in a free woman's body.

And you say I’m lazy & I don’t know what i want…
I agree because I’m too lazy to interrupt
To sad to wage a war when all I want to do is retreat
yet still too stubborn to admit defeat

None of this is getting us anywhere
& I don’t think I have time to spare
hashing out meaningless misunderstandings
trying not to seem to demanding
but I demand the right to simply be who I am