Posted May 8, 201016 yr I know, I know that I, Do not deserve all of this. The Stuff you say, Do, to me. It's always me. It goes from yelling- To insulting- To blaming. Why? Can;t you open your eyes and see, That you hurt me. Why? Can't you open your eyes and see it's BOTH of us He tells me, That you act the same towards him. Yell, Insult, Blame. You always favor... yourself or her. We don't deserve it. Open your eyes and see your self centered-ness, Maybe your conceited clouds have blurred your eyes, Not mine. A/N such a true story
I know,
I know that I,
Do not deserve all of this.
The Stuff you say,
Do,
to me.
It's always me.
It goes from yelling-
To insulting-
To blaming.
Why?
Can;t you open your eyes and see,
That you hurt me.
Why?
Can't you open your eyes and see it's BOTH of us
He tells me,
That you act the same towards him.
Yell,
Insult,
Blame.
You always favor...
yourself or her.
We don't deserve it.
Open your eyes and see your self centered-ness,
Maybe your conceited clouds have blurred your eyes,
Not mine.
A/N such a true story