You always talk all your shit to my face,
Alone I cry in my room as I pace,
You say you don’t care, the fuck with me,
To get away, I do my drugs, high as can be,
You don’t wanna hang, you get annoyed when I touch you,
Tears seep into my pillow as I try to figure out what the Hell is wrong with
you,
Or could it be me that something is wrong?
So I’m consoled by my bong,
You just pick fights, do you enjoy making my angry?
You’re putting me through so much anguish, why can’t you just see?!
You’re not my boyfriend, you’re just some little bitch,
IF you could read my mind, a fit you would pitch,
You force me to hurt myself, you force me to bleed,
The pain on the inside, to the outside you lead,
Consumed by the hurt, could it end here?
Or will all I feel be concealed by this beer?
Fed up, burnt out, now it’s up you,
Stay together, split up, but then again it’s all the same to you.


 
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