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::: Excommunicated :::

excommunicated my life value h as depreciated
but no longer can I be subjugated by your tormented rage

speak to me about the life’s lessons you’ve learn
through your time of steppin out and about
in this world I’m concerned
I wanna listen to you
speak clearly to me
and analyze the path
until life has brought you to me

And we don’t have to argue no more,
your issues won’t be ignored
though I have my own
I’m willing to be consumed by all yours
take your time I’ve been waiting for this conversation for years
just don’t mind while you talk I might break down into tears

its kills me that I can’t ever have a conversation with you
you speak your mind,
you turn me down,
but I can’t speak my mind too
and when I do express myself its disrespectful too you
but I guess earning respect would be to much for a person to do

And when I see the whole world i know this isn’t a normal occurrence
family builds you up,
keep you save,
and gives you assurance
that you can do anything, and whatever it takes
they’ll be there to support you in whatever decisions you make

I’m tired of fighting for only my sake,
no ones there to defend
make amends and take it to face
that this was all a mistake
miscommunication exact
and in fact I don’t got anyone to have my back
and your crazy, but maybe I’m crazy too
I have to be, to tolerate this abuse from you
dramatically changed my views of you
screaming your views of me
maybe your right I’m only here for the money

but its not me anymore its you,
I got proof yah my friend saw it all
and she knows that’s it true
the little things that I said
wrenched up and brought to her head
high school, 9th grade, memories that were dead
She always said that life brings people in the right moment and time
and I thank God this was her moment in mine

excommunicated
my life value has depreciated
but at least I won’t be subjugated by your tormented rage
here ill stand with open arms held them high
for strength and courage no tears in my eyes
but I cry,
bitterness reverted back in the shell it was in
under my skin
I will keep it until we begin to talk again...

Written by: ~ CG

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