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Cutting Loose

 


I was dumb, playing queen in your petty kingdom,
Tough as nails, but now I’m done with the syndrome.
Bottled up my feels, acted strong, acted tough—
Well, guess what, folks? Enough is enough.

I fought your fights, got caught in your drama,
Held up your world while mine was stuck in a comma.
Played protector, babysitter, the one who'd always care—
But the girl inside me screamed, "Hey, that’s not fair!"

Skipped self-care, chased the whole "tough son" thing,
Never spoke my needs, even back at age seven—zing!
Tried to be a hero in a world that didn’t listen,
While my own joy just went missin'.

Yeah, I gave up my faves, put myself on the shelf,
All for you to bask and act like you built it yourself.
Threw you parties, gave out free smiles,
But I was drained for miles and miles.

But guess what? Your junk's out the door,
I’m done with being your emotional chore.
No more compliments to puff you up high,
While I sat in the shadows just getting by.

When I cried, where were you, huh? Silent as a stone.
So now, I’m rocking solo, leaving your weight alone.
No more heavy lifting, no more bearing your scars,
I’m shooting for my own moon, forget your stars.

I'm cashing out on your unworthy causes,
Waving goodbye with no dramatic pauses.
Got my groove back, reclaiming my vibe,
You can keep your drama—I'm out of that tribe.

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