I am telling ya how I feel;
It is truly for real.
Many of you have a bad deal;
Many of you my heart you try to steal.
When I die pain you will feel,
And no more heart from my chest for you to peal.
I am tired of getting hurt and have to deal.
I can't even eat for you always interrupt my meal.
You do nothing but bother me and make me kneel.
I don't like the pain or this sore apple I must be with to deal.
For now is the time to make you feel.
It is the time to make you feel you must conceal.
It is the time for me to show my heart for it no more will you steal.
I don't really care if I hurt you feelings for you made me kneel.
Now it is my turn to return the feeling of what you have made me deal.
Many want to use me and like meat I must continually feel.
What the hell is that deal?
I am breaking out for I am no longer from this world concealed.
The light of day I will see and again feel.
I may be called names but I can deal;
For it's your reputation you will steal.