#that i was still finding myself
My voice wasn’t considered “You’re too young to know” I can fly away too just like my trust for you The “help” you provide isn’t helping at all It’s only a touchy subject because you’re not adult enough Don’t tell me how much you know me You don’t know a thing I don’t tell you shit But I’ll start tell you shit “You haven’t found yourself yet” “God made you the way you are for a reason” Cut the crap No more words will slip from my tongue I’m done