HERE I AM!
If I could only if I could turn back the hands of time, I would be ur perfect daughter instead of bursting into tears in du’a.
You see relationship always builds on support and trust but we had cracks in both.
And now I have learnt the harder way, fake a smile on just for u every day.
You don’t really wanna see me grow, u think im rude and have an attitude.
I wish u would just see it all from my point but u don’t want to understand my thing.
I aint got no freedom of speech or no freedom to teach.
I try real hard to do what im told, I try hard to practise Islam but I can’t when im hand cupped, however I still do,
Oh I really do miss the old days and I miss the ways, when I got lost in fantasy.
When I was 10 the only thing u was ready to do was say bye to me cuz u thought I wouldn’t make it! (I was a waste at that time) And now it makes me wonder am I still a waste or do u still see that little girl inside.
Why do u see me as tho im some sort of a big problem!
I know its hard when the streets be babbling just cuz I brought the shame down on the family name.
Every day seems the same, I get the blame!
Mum says, ‘Compromise, this aint no fairy tale my child, do not waste ur time’.
I need somebody who can make me feel alive its like a chill every time I wanna cry.
Im tired, please give me room and let me breath for ur own good.
Sometimes I really do want to quite but then again maybe im just too late or maybe im weak and far from debate or maybe its Allah swt pushing me towards my faith!!!
If I could only if I could turn back the hands of time, I would be ur perfect daughter instead of bursting into tears in du’a.
You see relationship always builds on support and trust but we had cracks in both.
And now I have learnt the harder way, fake a smile on just for u every day.
You don’t really wanna see me grow, u think im rude and have an attitude.
I wish u would just see it all from my point but u don’t want to understand my thing.
I aint got no freedom of speech or no freedom to teach.
I try real hard to do what im told, I try hard to practise Islam but I can’t when im hand cupped, however I still do,
Oh I really do miss the old days and I miss the ways, when I got lost in fantasy.
When I was 10 the only thing u was ready to do was say bye to me cuz u thought I wouldn’t make it! (I was a waste at that time) And now it makes me wonder am I still a waste or do u still see that little girl inside.
Why do u see me as tho im some sort of a big problem!
I know its hard when the streets be babbling just cuz I brought the shame down on the family name.
Every day seems the same, I get the blame!
Mum says, ‘Compromise, this aint no fairy tale my child, do not waste ur time’.
I need somebody who can make me feel alive its like a chill every time I wanna cry.
Im tired, please give me room and let me breath for ur own good.
Sometimes I really do want to quite but then again maybe im just too late or maybe im weak and far from debate or maybe its Allah swt pushing me towards my faith!!!