Vegetable

I never wanted anything like this
I worked hard, tried hard
I ran around in domestic bliss
I fought hard, died long

Every time you’re running out of here
Every time you’re running I get the fear

I never wanted any broken bones
Scarred face, no home
Your words surround me and asphyxiate
And I burn all hate

Every time you’re running out on me
Every time you’re running I can see

I’m not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds me
I will not control myself

The waters spray, the waters roll all over me
The waters spray, the waters roll on this tired [?]

I’m not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds me
I will not control myself