a rant.
You put yourself in stupid places
yes I think you know it's true
situations where it's easy to look down on you
I think you like to be the victim
i think you like to be in pain
i think you make yourself the victim
almost every single day
you do what you do
you say what you say
you try to be everything to everyone
you know all the right people
you play all the right games
you always try to be
everything to everyone
yeah you do it again
you always do it again
you say they taught you how to read and write
they taught you how to count
i say they taught you how to buy and sell
your own body by the pound
i think you like to be their simple toy
i think you love to play the clown
i think you are blind to the fact
that the hand you hold
is the hand that holds you down
you do what you do
you say what you say
you try to be everything to everyone
you know all the right people
you play all the right games
you always try to be
everything to everyone
spin around and fall down
do it again
you stumble and you fall
yeah why won't you ever learn
spin around and fall down
do it again
you stumble and you fall
i wonder if you will ever learn
Mark my words, you will stumble and you will fall. Cruel as it may be, no one can fight the inevitable. And I'm so sick of being there to hold you up every time you so much as miss a step when you'll just let me go while I'm falling from the highest skyscraper. Over and and over again.
I"m sick of being a call girl to solve everyone's problems when I can't even seem to find time to solve my own. I don't know why its hitting me so hard all the sudden and I'm sorry. All the adults I've ever talked to about some of my problems tell me that my friends should be the ones to listen. But you know, I'm sick of sitting here with my hand up waiting for you to notice that I'm slowly suffocating when you still jump all over me every time I manage to barely splash you. As much as I hate to admit failure, this is me asking for help. This is me asking for compassion. This is me asking for a break.
Thank you (I think you know who you are) to those who have been great. Others not so much. Forgive me.
yes I think you know it's true
situations where it's easy to look down on you
I think you like to be the victim
i think you like to be in pain
i think you make yourself the victim
almost every single day
you do what you do
you say what you say
you try to be everything to everyone
you know all the right people
you play all the right games
you always try to be
everything to everyone
yeah you do it again
you always do it again
you say they taught you how to read and write
they taught you how to count
i say they taught you how to buy and sell
your own body by the pound
i think you like to be their simple toy
i think you love to play the clown
i think you are blind to the fact
that the hand you hold
is the hand that holds you down
you do what you do
you say what you say
you try to be everything to everyone
you know all the right people
you play all the right games
you always try to be
everything to everyone
spin around and fall down
do it again
you stumble and you fall
yeah why won't you ever learn
spin around and fall down
do it again
you stumble and you fall
i wonder if you will ever learn
Mark my words, you will stumble and you will fall. Cruel as it may be, no one can fight the inevitable. And I'm so sick of being there to hold you up every time you so much as miss a step when you'll just let me go while I'm falling from the highest skyscraper. Over and and over again.
I"m sick of being a call girl to solve everyone's problems when I can't even seem to find time to solve my own. I don't know why its hitting me so hard all the sudden and I'm sorry. All the adults I've ever talked to about some of my problems tell me that my friends should be the ones to listen. But you know, I'm sick of sitting here with my hand up waiting for you to notice that I'm slowly suffocating when you still jump all over me every time I manage to barely splash you. As much as I hate to admit failure, this is me asking for help. This is me asking for compassion. This is me asking for a break.
Thank you (I think you know who you are) to those who have been great. Others not so much. Forgive me.