To live in oppression, not to say his Word

How many times have I not stepped up

I am looking for is not a heart to crush

But in your case it seems you by manipulating me

Every morning I wake up with anxiety

And you ask two metres from my face is there something wrong

So I say the same thing I vent this

No secret to remain here

I have no one chasing you

Seems to been paranoia

Sitting in my lap every time someone calls me