Hurt
You said the stars aligned but I've got money signs strapped to my back
Like a target waiting attack
You've got it all planned out but I know what you're all about
Your hands are filthy and they smell like the greed of man
Not just another day
You picked the wrong girl to play
I may be young but I'm not stupid so sorry to say
You think I'll have regrets
But you ain't done nothin' yet
All you do is talk but I talk too and I say get away
Away, away
I feel your shackles 'round my wrists
I want no part of this
Away, away, away
You stomped my soul into the dirt I'm gonna make you hurt
I've heard these promises so often I have memorized the lines
On this treasure map designed to confine
You try to get to me by chopping down my family tree
Well this apple doesn't fall too far
If I made pie I'd let you starve
All of the lies you spit
Can't take much more of it
You can dangle all your carrots but I won't be taken in
I see the traps you lay
So I'll find a better way
My skin is thick enough to turn around and walk away
Away, away
I feel your shackles 'round my wrists
I want no part of this
Away, away, away
You stomped my soul into the dirt I'm gonna make you hurt
I've seen this show before
So I'm headed for the door
This little song bird's gonna spread her wings and fly away
Away, away
I feel your shackles 'round my wrists
I want no part of this
Away, away, away
You stomped my soul into the dirt I'm gonna make you hurt
Away, away
I feel your shackles 'round my wrists
I want no part of this
Away, away, away
You stomped my soul into the dirt I'm gonna make you hurt
Like a target waiting attack
You've got it all planned out but I know what you're all about
Your hands are filthy and they smell like the greed of man
Not just another day
You picked the wrong girl to play
I may be young but I'm not stupid so sorry to say
You think I'll have regrets
But you ain't done nothin' yet
All you do is talk but I talk too and I say get away
Away, away
I feel your shackles 'round my wrists
I want no part of this
Away, away, away
You stomped my soul into the dirt I'm gonna make you hurt
I've heard these promises so often I have memorized the lines
On this treasure map designed to confine
You try to get to me by chopping down my family tree
Well this apple doesn't fall too far
If I made pie I'd let you starve
All of the lies you spit
Can't take much more of it
You can dangle all your carrots but I won't be taken in
I see the traps you lay
So I'll find a better way
My skin is thick enough to turn around and walk away
Away, away
I feel your shackles 'round my wrists
I want no part of this
Away, away, away
You stomped my soul into the dirt I'm gonna make you hurt
I've seen this show before
So I'm headed for the door
This little song bird's gonna spread her wings and fly away
Away, away
I feel your shackles 'round my wrists
I want no part of this
Away, away, away
You stomped my soul into the dirt I'm gonna make you hurt
Away, away
I feel your shackles 'round my wrists
I want no part of this
Away, away, away
You stomped my soul into the dirt I'm gonna make you hurt
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Writer(s): Roxy King
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