So you slapped a hand over my mouth
To keep my thoughts from coming out
What's wrong with speaking what I feel
Or is it reality is just too real
So you bound my hands behind my back
To keep that pen from coming back
What's wrong with writing out my pain
Or would it be better I go insane
You stilled my heart with your icy word
Until the beat was left unheard
What's wrong with being someone who cares?
Or is compassion to wrong to share
Yet what you didn't subdue is my temper
Here's a taste of a girl uncensored
What's wrong with me telling it like it is
Even if the point of my thoughts you always miss
