God, you’re slightly insane
Why would you want me?
I curse at you when I pray
And yet you call it honesty
All my fucks and damns
Don’t stop you from haunting me
What the hell do you want now?
A hand grenade, a killing spree?
Why can’t you just let me be
Let me have my mediocrity
Take away the drive in me
To strive for something more
Fill these voids with something else
I don’t want them anymore
I don’t want risk or adventure
Let me have a quiet life
I’ll raise my kids in churchy ways
And be a loving housewife
Just don’t ask me to trade in my comfort
And risk failure with my sacrifice
Why the hell would you want my dreams?
All they do is die
Take away this annoying voice in my head
That appears at the most inconvenient times
Turning innocent words into rhythms
And solitary phrases into rhymes
Just let me be content for once
Let me be an ordinary girl
Free me of my creativity
Let me have a home in this world