“Stop! Don’t say that!”

“You’re being a bitch!”

“why can’t you just get along.”

“you’re nothing to nobody”         

 

I miss the sadness and darkness

It seemed that even though it was sorrow it did bring comfort

All you did was stand there and judge me in your pink skirt

I’m not like you, I hide my feelings because of you.

If you think I’m bad through the minimum of what I think

You would really desire me dead if you knew everything

I don’t tell you everything because you do nothing to help

 

I cried for you, I told you I loved you

I couldn’t see past the laughter we shared

to care of the hurtful words, you passed to me

You explained to me I was no longer good enough and all I caused was inconvenience.

That I no longer fit your idea of the proper socially fit appearance.

I told you I was not good with people yet you forced me anyway.

I cried thinking this was all love ever was.

 

The truth is I was not at fault for your misfortune

I was not at fault for your misconceptions

And I was not at fault for your false opinions on my own being.

You told me that your new lover is better than me?

I think it is just that your new lover does not see past the laughter.