Lyrics:
You all have something to say
Or something to ask
I don't live in a cage
It's none of your
You all have something to say
Or something to ask
I don't live in a cage
It's none of your business
Gonna say this clear so you can get it straight
You don't know a thing about me
Who I am from what I read
Oh, I sound so sickening
You're attempts to bring me down
Fuel my fire and build my sound
I can't believe all the things I hear
You all have something to say about me
How can you stop and listen when all you do is talk?
You all have something you want to take from me
And I can't hold my tongue anymore
Shut up
You all have something that you want to say to me
You all have something to ask
It's none of your business
I'm well aware I did three days alone in a cell
A simple, easy price to pay for something
That I felt towards someone so deserving
I hate those who prey on the weak
If asked to do it all again
I would if needed be
All of these people talking about my story
As if they've lived it before
All of these people they don't even know me
But I love how you think you know me
Better than I know myself
You know me better than myself
You all have something to say
Or something to ask
I don't live in a cage
It's none of your business
All of these people
Talking about my story
Just keep talking, just keep talking
It's none of your business
You all have something to say about me
You all have something to ask
It's none and your business
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As I walked into the kitchen of the house, everything felt foreign to me. Nobody was up and making noise, , there wasn't the smell of yummy Momma Jones breakfast food baking, and it was only 10:30am. I was all alone in this big house, this new habit is getting old really fast.
On the counter I saw a piece of paper addressed to me in Momma Jones' handwriting. They were at church and didn't want to wake me, but they will be home for a Sunday meal with the whole family. She's beginning to know me so well, I don't want to go to church. I was wrong about Momma Jones, maybe she isn't trying to make me into the perfect Christian girl to marry her son; or maybe this is a test. I'll ask how church went when they get back, just to find out where I lie.
In the meantime, this was the perfect time for me to escape to the gas station, because I need gas and smokes. When I got into the drivers seat of the car, I reached my hand down to my center counsel for my sunglasses. I stopped and stared as I realized what sunglasses I have placed there. The only sunglasses I had in my car at the moment were the free ones I got from the video shoot I was in with Zane, they had his bands logo on it. Well, I guess I won't be wearing sunglasses today, because these are being hidden where I can't see them and be basic white girl after a break up all over again.
At the gas station, I pumped my car full of gas, then when I walked inside I saw an area dedicated for sunglasses. I began to put different style of sunglasses on, and looked at myself in the tiny little mirror that was attached to the sunglasses display. I had to make sure the sunglasses flattered my face shape, I didn't want to look like a water bug.
Just as I was about to turn around and pay for my shit, I mistakenly glanced at the magazine section. I think I'm just being paranoid, but i sweat to God I saw my very own face on the cover of a tabloid. As I walked closer and picked up the magazine, I was right. It wasn't a big picture, but my face was on the cover of a gossip tabloid, along with Jax's. The magazine has some dumbass conspiracy theory that I was more than just a songwriter/friend to Jax.
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RomanceRomie Adler has been a devoted fan of music since she could remember, so much so that she chose a career path that involved making it; the words of the music that is. She is so close to graduating from UCLA with a degree in songwriting that she can...
