My face is buried in my hands,
Because I could no longer take your demands.
My knife slips from my grip and falls onto the floor,
Because I couldn't take this anymore.
I don't want to be your object for resent,
And I don't want to be your little toy to torment.
I just want you to look on me once without hate in your eyes.
I'm sick and tired of cursing the skies.
I only wanted to feel like I belong.
But I never could have been so wrong.
You will never change,
And love, you and I will never exchange.
 
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