I hate the messages
Mixed up in fakery
If honest
Sorry i can't believe
Just stop it
Now
Yes wish me good health
And what income of your heart
What you mean i am the income of your heart?
I don't wanna be anything to do with you
Yes i am a good woman and i deserve people to pray for me
Wish upon me good health and a good life
I just can't be with you
Love is what breaks me
Fear is what makes me fall
Guilt is what makes me think too hard
You were a mistake
I am not stupid
I am not the income of your heart
Who told you i got a job
I do not
NOW YOU GET ALL EXCITED
Thinking your getting a share of any of my hard earned wealth
I save to help myself
You can't heal me
You broke me down
You humiliated me
Now you want me back
