I am done biting my tongue,
Hauling myself over hot coals,
To bow down to your will,
I’m putting myself first,
So let me warn you,
If you don’t like it,
Then get out of my way.
I am done biting my tongue,
Hauling myself over hot coals,
To bow down to your will,
I’m putting myself first,
So let me warn you,
If you don’t like it,
Then get out of my way.
Bohotea 