Don’t tell me not to be my own worst critic

‘cause being my critic is what I want to be

It’s my own process

so leave it alone

If I want a lift

I’ll tell you so

Don’t tell me that I’m not lazy

‘cause telling me would be a lie

If I want to cry, just let me cry

If I want a lift

I’ll tell you so

Don’t tell me not to interrupt you

when you just interrupted me

I don’t care if you don’t agree

What you said really hurt

and if I want a lift

I’ll tell you so

Your version of the truth

isn’t what I want

Can’t you just be a shoulder to cry on?

Don’t tell me that something makes me happy

when I know the truth…

of what is in me

If any soul were to know how I feel

Just think

it’s probably

Me.

If I want a lift

I’ll tell you so

Your version

of the truth

is not what I want

So next time instead of telling me who I am

let me tell

then…

pull me back up.