I know what you meant
And I know that you count on it
You ignore my consent
Just to keep me on my toes
I know what you meant
This time I won’t fall for it
You ignore my boundaries
Then take a wounded pose
Mental health, poor judgement
It’s all on the table when you get called out
My gut’s been trained for decades
And I know that it’s last thing I should doubt
I may have lost my edge but the serration of my experiences
Cuts deep and will leave a lasting mark
The asphyxiation of my will cannot stop me
Your internal screaming will be the last thing that you hark
I know what you meant
And I know that you count on it
You ignore my consent
Just to keep me on my toes
I know what you meant
This time I won’t fall for it
You ignore my boundaries
Then take a wounded pose
Mental health, poor judgement
It’s all on the table when you get called out
My gut’s been trained for decades
And I know that it’s last thing I should doubt
I know this sucks but you’re the only one to blame
