Hard Candi

Apparently I'm aggressive                                                                         
I'm snappy with people                                                                   

a "cold women"                                                                     

the female Major Payne  
Hard

I'm thinking I'm feisty
assertive, strong
direct
no one's door mat                                        

Call me a mason, architect, contractor

mortar in hand and brick in the barrel
Every time my heart was assaulted I laid a brick
Now I have this fortress surrounding my heart
Let me tell it I was keeping out Candi snatchers
Now I find myself trapped and alone, looking for an exit

Anger, bitterness, pain
fear of letting anyone in...don't want to get hurt again...
A sharp tongue and a few wounded soldiers
Running, ducking for cover
Hiding from him...them...whoeva
Enemy of the State
Anyone's an enemy in this state...even me
mortar in hand and brick in the barrel

Wanting to leave and be loved but afraid to
afraid to be hurt again
afraid to be taken advantage of
afraid to be used
afraid to be betrayed...again
mortar in hand and brick in the barrel

Its gona take a strong back and gentle hands
strong enough to penetrate these walls
gentle enough to nurse these wounds
still I sit
curls tight
lips glossed
and heels high
mortar in hand and brick in the barrel