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Too Much 1 by Spiritually

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Too Much 1 by Spiritually - Rap,female vocals music cover art

Too Much 1

Rap,female vocals

0:002:45
Lyrics
Description
(verse)
Look, I get it. You're sitting there, probably hunched over your phone,
tears blurring the screen, wondering why the hell you even opened up in the first place.
Every time you try, right? Every single time you let a crack show in that wall you've built,
someone just comes along and proves why you built it so high to begin with.
They ask, they pretend to care, and then BAM! You're "too much," "too emotional,"
or they're off believing some other bullshit while you're left holding the bag of your own pain,
feeling like a fool for ever thinking it would be different.
(chorus)
It's a special kind of torment, isn't it?
To be asked about your past, to dredge up the nightmares you've worked so hard to bury,
only for the person who asked to recoil.
Your pain is an inconvenience, your struggles a burden they can't be bothered with.
(verse)
And then, to add insult to injury, they throw your coping mechanisms in your face –
"substance abuse," or whatever else they can twist to make you the problem,
not their lack of empathy. It's enough to make you scream,
to rip your hair out, to just give up on the idea of ever being truly seen or understood.
You're trying to heal, damn it. You're isolated,
you're focusing on yourself, doing the work, even when it feels like an uphill battle in quicksand.
But then that insidious little voice tells you to reach out.
(chorus)
Your heart aches. Your hands shake.
You're walking this goddamn journey alone,
and every "Are you okay?" feels like a setup,
a preamble to the inevitable dismissal that will leave you feeling even more isolated than before.
(bridge)
It’s a vicious cycle, tired of being caught in its relentless spin.
You’re tired of being the one who’s always left feeling like they asked for too much,
when all you wanted was a shred of genuine human connection.
(outro)
So when I say "second person," I’m putting myself in your shoes,
speaking as if I am you, echoing your pain,
and validating your frustration. It’s about acknowledging the deep injustice you feel.