why try - Making Trouble

Do I take up too much space?
Should my words all be erased
There is no room for a fight
As you call me to obey

I was good to you before
Living as a sounding board
Press my buttons, black my eyes
Now I settle the score

I am meant to be too much
It's my turn to take the floor
I stopped making love and I started making trouble

As you lay here in my bed
I'm sorry you were so misled
Because my body's not enough
For all the lies you have been fed

Lover's touch and mother's words
Darling don't be so absurd
There is no peace between these legs
No matter how much you beg

I am meant to be too much
It's my turn to take the floor
I stopped making love and I started making trouble
What do you think about that baby?

Do my harsh words hurt your ears?
Am I enough for you, my dear?
If you think I cared at all
Oh, you'd be so wrong

I've been soft and I've been kind
I've pretended that I don't mind
And to be honest I don't need to tell you why
This is my goodbye

I am meant to be too much
It's my turn to take the floor
I stopped making love and I started making trouble
What do you think about that baby?

Written by:
Richa Saran

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