Wicked - Jhameel

I’m not the first to be wicked and narrow

you cannot hurt me anymore

you sucked me dry of my poisonous marrow

you cannot hurt me anymore

I’m not the first to be naked and shallow

you cannot touch me anymore

you spit me out like a fure you can’t swallow

you cannot touch me anymore

I felt the sting of outside looking inside

you will not take the fall

I left the course of holding onto hard times

you will leave at all