There are so many windows to my soul
Leaving me feeling over-exposed
Like I can’t even touch my own body
Because too many people have control.
I’m tryna relax and release
To detox and unbox
But no matter what I try
I still can’t deny that my soul belongs
To everyone but the lady in this lie.
I lied... I’m not over controlled
I’m not over exposed
I’m not trying to detox nor save my soul
I’m just in my feelings
You know that kind of zone
The overdramatic wishing I was all alone.
The windows to my soul
That’s the honest truth
I have so many that I can’t even believe it’s true
I give it away, my soul
Through all these windows, they’re conduits to my own self uncontrolled
I don’t waiver between kept or not
I give others access because I fear I cannot
Responsibly handle the responsibility of me
So I give others access to handle me for me
I give them my love, my sex, my intellect and my pride
My tears and my joys and my sexy hips swaying from side to side
I give them parts of me they want
These windows to my soul that shows them reflections of me they want to hold
Deep in their minds, in their hearts in their arms
So as long as my windows are open and exposed my soul will always be
Will always be
Will always belong to anyone but me.
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