Nothings hurt me more than men that grew up with no consequences
Why is it my job to fix this mess?
You're always ready to defend, you hear my concern as anger
And no one likes an angry woman
You had it all
You gave nothing, you won't listen
At all
You kept me small
Don't say you love me
If this is loving then you don't know love at all
I am sad and I am angry
I am hurt and I am free
I am mourning what I thought we'd be...
You are drunk here at the table
And I don't think that you can see
If you don't get help you won't get me
Unravel, love
Unravel what you've done
Will you tell me what you need, will you tell me what you need?
Oh, will you tell me what you need from me
Look at what you've done . ..