Through

By Shaire Blythe

Tuesday September 25, 2012

 

Through

 

Sit still for just one second, you’re always up and around

Don’t tell me that I’m being stupid, or maybe that I’m not the one

Is it that you find pleasure in hurting me

You want me to feel bad and come back pleading

Or am I making every single thing up

I see whatever I want until I’ve had enough

If you don’t want to leave completely, we can try friends
I promise I’m not misleading, lets both not cry

But then, I’m the crier, right, so you don’t have to worry ‘bout anything
You’ll live on, your ‘macho’ life, like you’re some sort of king

This is what is bugging me, I’m so humble, you’re the dictator
We’ll end up in a fight later, thanks to you, yeah, thanks to me