HURT PEOPLE

Is it your goal to sell me hope and happiness and take it from me

I look in the mirror I don't feel the same, thanks for nothing

I spoke to my momma, all she had to say was toughen up

I got to blowin, puff enough you start feeling like you ain't on drugs

Ain't no checking up, that too personal no catching up

And I don't feel the love but you don't say enough pretend to love

Don't get offended love but next time I see you I'm ranting, love

Old enough to be taking one not enough to be saving us

I done fucked around and found out

Took the time to run out

Talk about my ex again I'll put that bitch on timeout