Tülpa - When you're mad lyrics

Say your peace Say your truth Say to us What you wanna do He ain't nothing honey, he just f**ed up He never loved you honey, he just musterd[?] Used you, confused you Broken through and just blew throug Sides to a story when one provails One, two, three and it's all just hail but yeah you You can judge me You can say all you want, it's above me Roses are red Violets are blue I never meant pain No not to you A creative mind stuck in a boring body Not good enough, for f**ing anybody Always mess up yeah im prone to Say something that annoys you I can't choose myself and everyday I wish i could just Go away Come back In a different skin Be beautiful Start once again... I could say i'm sorry if i didn't care But i'm stuck in a place where i can't even tell The important play is a horrible feeling So i stop these actions before i'm actually feeling These silent neeldles just poking (brah)[?] Till something drips like rain (aha) It's beautiful inside but i'm dead in here There's no f**ing love Im stuck in this fear that i lose something that i never had My true intentions Making me feel bad So that's us tale[?] You can't really trust your emotions When your stuck in a dark box And a head, one arm out, but your scared I'm over it I dont even care I said what i want And that's really fair To me and to you, to me and to her And this could be about everybody This could be about all your s*utty honeys All those smart girls And shy worms, that just creep around saying f** the world All the nerd boys who can't get a word Because they don't walk around like the others do I'm a lonli flower so get toghether Feared through looks, it's a really better Thats some rude a**, tiny, knitted, sweaters Thats some rude a**, blue a**, crappy, weather I'm eating dinner with my brown little book I'm eating dinner with my light little mooks Cooking up these nooks Cooking up these leaves Cooking up this breeze Cuz i wanna believe Everything i say could be a real story All these written rhymes Are just lieing with glory But one of those kind of days where i just sit And swore to complain Saying good morning Is the best kind of feeling that some touch, on his fingertips[?] When you miss what you had Deep inside im an introvert Slur speaches i spurs these words[?] Laying on a beak, is not a concern The d**h of a poetic has been nothing more I got birds and bees on the verge of these toes I got two on me, make some thirsty a** flows