burgeon

baby i ain't no cheap trick you can bend when you feel like on a whim when you never share anything with me, despite everything i've done for you, yet you still ask me to give, more and more, and so much more, but baby because i'm strong, because i know what i'm going to become if i stay here and rot, i'm moving on and on to get away from you so i can grow, when God pours water on my soil, I'll sprout and grow and grow, and grow into a tree so tall and tough that it will shadow you, and I'll know baby, you won't have a chance