being strong

It breaks my Harte & burns my sole
Every time you walked out of the door
They probably think of me as a fool
But I’m a person who lost control
And try to live & make everything cool
I won’t fall in love & that’s a rule
I will pick up my pieces & figure it all
And I won’t be lost I will stand up tall
Don’t talk to me this way I’m not you’re doll
I’d rather die than be you’re doll
Coz I don’t know how to play that role
Go away I gain control over my sol
And I come to pease with it all
Lelo