| Sick and tired. | |
| Trapped | |
| Body wrapped with sharp pain because my | |
| body wasn't made to contain all this rage. | |
| My mind wasn't made, | |
| my eyes weren't made, | |
| my soul was not made to behold what shackles my soul now. | |
| Bound by memories of being innocent, | |
| Uncle sinning against me sexually, | |
| Momma knew he was molesting me, smacking me across my face. I could do nothing. | |
| Pops wasn't around to give me the time of day. | |
| All I wanted was a time and place where I could be loved. | |
| A hug from my mom was too much. | |
| So I turned to lust on the net while I was | |
| hooked like a fish as I click, click, clicked to watch porn flicks | |
| trying to find intimacy, | |
| or an outlet at least. | |
| But as I try to breathe and be at ease I see my mom in hell and the devil’s breath through the glass pipe. | |
| I'm shattered in a flash. Fright and brokenness is the aftermath. | |
| Brokenness is my aftermath. |
| Sick and tired. | |
| Trapped | |
| Body wrapped with sharp pain because my | |
| body wasn' t made to contain all this rage. | |
| My mind wasn' t made, | |
| my eyes weren' t made, | |
| my soul was not made to behold what shackles my soul now. | |
| Bound by memories of being innocent, | |
| Uncle sinning against me sexually, | |
| Momma knew he was molesting me, smacking me across my face. I could do nothing. | |
| Pops wasn' t around to give me the time of day. | |
| All I wanted was a time and place where I could be loved. | |
| A hug from my mom was too much. | |
| So I turned to lust on the net while I was | |
| hooked like a fish as I click, click, clicked to watch porn flicks | |
| trying to find intimacy, | |
| or an outlet at least. | |
| But as I try to breathe and be at ease I see my mom in hell and the devil' s breath through the glass pipe. | |
| I' m shattered in a flash. Fright and brokenness is the aftermath. | |
| Brokenness is my aftermath. |
| Sick and tired. | |
| Trapped | |
| Body wrapped with sharp pain because my | |
| body wasn' t made to contain all this rage. | |
| My mind wasn' t made, | |
| my eyes weren' t made, | |
| my soul was not made to behold what shackles my soul now. | |
| Bound by memories of being innocent, | |
| Uncle sinning against me sexually, | |
| Momma knew he was molesting me, smacking me across my face. I could do nothing. | |
| Pops wasn' t around to give me the time of day. | |
| All I wanted was a time and place where I could be loved. | |
| A hug from my mom was too much. | |
| So I turned to lust on the net while I was | |
| hooked like a fish as I click, click, clicked to watch porn flicks | |
| trying to find intimacy, | |
| or an outlet at least. | |
| But as I try to breathe and be at ease I see my mom in hell and the devil' s breath through the glass pipe. | |
| I' m shattered in a flash. Fright and brokenness is the aftermath. | |
| Brokenness is my aftermath. |
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