tempermental
I think you need some help
Telling me to go find someone else
When i tell you that i will
You blow up on me
I haven't yet, but still.
Telling me that i'm wrong
When your fucking attacking me
For your own mistakes
You will never change
And i've known that all along
Im done
With all of this bullshit
You never treated me fair
I refused to see
But now I can't see through it.
Now i'm done trying
I have fought
I have tried everything
So now I'm done crying.
It's the same thing
Every fucking day
Your mood changes
From hating my guts
So hey, let's play.
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