I'm sitting here thinking this can't be life.
I'm gaining weight stressing...
Why do I keep messing with fate.
When do you know that enough is enough
To stop giving chances?
Im panting, nearly going into an attack of panic.
My way isn't working for me.
It never crossed your mind, you never looked to see.
My way.
You're so inconsiderate.
Your way,
Considering I understand,
Makes sense but not enough to be mad.
Your bickering makes me glad
Sometimes its good to not give a fuck-
I took that idea & ran.
Im giving u too much by entertaining your confusion.
Of what a relationship should be like. -Cuz your illusioned.
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