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I'll have you know that you make me wake in the middle of the night, enraged and senseless.
What the fuck do you see in her? I'll lay it to rest if you name something that other people see.
I know that you tell her you love her, and she continues on about herself or whatever concerns her, at the moment. And whatever concerns her is never you, Chris. Never. She doesn't care about you. Very few people do. And less people do, everyday. So come running back while I still despise you, because at least that means I give you a second thought.
I know none of this will reach you, but maybe I work out something better to say when I do talk to you, which may be the last, because I know how it is. I'll tell you the truth, how everything around you is, and you'll get all mad at me, because it doesn't fit the stubborn puzzle pieces of your small world.
People who are terrible and people who are great will always be what they are. People change, but she isn't.
It's not a small world, after all, Chris. I'm tired of hearing so, because I know it affects impressionable boys, like you. There's a big world, out there, and you have to reach out for it. She's not going to let you do that. She wants you to spend all your time with her so that way she has a stick to fuck when she wants and Gaia to play, otherwise. You're a man, Chris. Start acting like one.
It's time for someone to tell you; it's not good to be whipped. The only time I've ever seen an opinion come out of you was when you wanted to show me up infront of your girlfriend. First of all, don't do that ever again. Second of all, try your own god damned opinion. For once, I would like to her you say, "I don't want to, Alesha," instead of, "Let's stay at my house, tonight. And it's not because of Alesha." Did you think I would believe you?
Again, I know this won't reach you, but I hope something else does.
Believe me, you'll feel it after you haven't talked to a friend, a girl two or three years younger than you has been pushing you around, and you've had no one to talk to about it all in a couple of weeks.
I think I know why you told me you loved me like a brother.
It's because no one else would say it back.
A shadow fell across the light that normally came through my window.
Don't ask me why, but I felt it would suit you well.
I usually use this light to find my way around my room.
I usually use this light to stare out across landscape.
I usually use this light, but now it's gone.
Now I trip, I fall, I'm blind.
Now I yell, I snap, I'm uptight.
Maybe the light doesn't know why it came here in the first place.
I do. I usually use this light. To find, to stare.
But now it's gone.
Just like you.
What the fuck do you see in her? I'll lay it to rest if you name something that other people see.
I know that you tell her you love her, and she continues on about herself or whatever concerns her, at the moment. And whatever concerns her is never you, Chris. Never. She doesn't care about you. Very few people do. And less people do, everyday. So come running back while I still despise you, because at least that means I give you a second thought.
I know none of this will reach you, but maybe I work out something better to say when I do talk to you, which may be the last, because I know how it is. I'll tell you the truth, how everything around you is, and you'll get all mad at me, because it doesn't fit the stubborn puzzle pieces of your small world.
People who are terrible and people who are great will always be what they are. People change, but she isn't.
It's not a small world, after all, Chris. I'm tired of hearing so, because I know it affects impressionable boys, like you. There's a big world, out there, and you have to reach out for it. She's not going to let you do that. She wants you to spend all your time with her so that way she has a stick to fuck when she wants and Gaia to play, otherwise. You're a man, Chris. Start acting like one.
It's time for someone to tell you; it's not good to be whipped. The only time I've ever seen an opinion come out of you was when you wanted to show me up infront of your girlfriend. First of all, don't do that ever again. Second of all, try your own god damned opinion. For once, I would like to her you say, "I don't want to, Alesha," instead of, "Let's stay at my house, tonight. And it's not because of Alesha." Did you think I would believe you?
Again, I know this won't reach you, but I hope something else does.
Believe me, you'll feel it after you haven't talked to a friend, a girl two or three years younger than you has been pushing you around, and you've had no one to talk to about it all in a couple of weeks.
I think I know why you told me you loved me like a brother.
It's because no one else would say it back.
A shadow fell across the light that normally came through my window.
Don't ask me why, but I felt it would suit you well.
I usually use this light to find my way around my room.
I usually use this light to stare out across landscape.
I usually use this light, but now it's gone.
Now I trip, I fall, I'm blind.
Now I yell, I snap, I'm uptight.
Maybe the light doesn't know why it came here in the first place.
I do. I usually use this light. To find, to stare.
But now it's gone.
Just like you.