Overprotective
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finally found someone who makes me happy,
so why cant mom just be happy for me
she doesnt even know him and she chooses to hate
is there something im not seeing
I am protective.
I run into crimson blood battles,
And cloud rimmed frays,
For the right person.
I climb towers of insecurities,
And bravely dive into uncertainty,
Rage, my gravity,
Only
Don't imprison me with your determined boundaries of fear and unhappiness
My love is real, unwavering
Don't hold me so close, so tight I can't breathe
My breathe is for you, unheedingly
Oh honey, lock the door on the way out,
and shut those windows, keep the daylight out!
We don't want scary strangers looking in.
Oh and stay indoors, rapists will snatch you in
