just to chill out

i'm sad from seeing my dad
working so hard and barley payed
i'm sad from seeing me working as a slave
i used to be the queen but not anymore
all i need is a faith soap
to clean all the dirt inside my heart
and let it smells trust and hope
i can't keep the pain inside me anymore
i have to let it out or i will explose
white paper,old pen and silent corner
all what i need to be a deep thinker