Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

                     The hurtful things that u say
                    These crooked games that u play
  It's never really black and white, it always seems so grey
                      One day he will make u pay

                      I keep trying to forget but,
           my gut warns me of an invisible threat
           I don't wanna do something I'll regret
                 I don't wanna make him upset
            You may be flying in a luxurious jet
       but you will always; always be covered in debt

                  I wish I could be free but
                  I really can't find the key
                 Sometimes I wish to flee
          To go and sit under an old banyan tree