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
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
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
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