How about let's not.
So far,
I feel like the rest of the world is playing these weak games.
And I'm sick and fucking tired of it.
I feel like I'm a beggar
Constantly asking for forgiveness
But no one's feeling sympathetic.
And even then, I'm not asking for sympathy.
I want acknowledgment, a nod of the head.
I'm tired of bullshit
I'm done with playing mind games.
Give me another world,
A whole other time zone.
I thought you'd be there
When everyone else was gone.
Give it up.
Don't lie.
And please, give me the honesty that I deserve.
Stephen kept calling me last week.
I kept getting calls from random numbers.
Someone broke my mac.
Someone stole my phone.
Fuck you.
But I'm home now.
I'm in VT
Where I belong.
All I want to do is snowboard.
And just slide down the slopes.
Touch the snow.
It was great, I went Wed and Thurs.
And I've never had a better time.
I've encountered amazing people in the past few weeks, months.
And I'm so grateful for them in my life.
I've learned so many lessons in the past few months.
I'm glad to say that I've grown.
I'm insecure all of a sudden.
I know why too.
It's what she said to you.
You, someone I knew I could trust.
And yet, at the sametime.
I can't.
There is a part of me that says, beware of Jack.
What did you do to her last night that made her say "Thanks for last night ;)"
Really?
REALLY?
After that goddamn letter I wrote to you,
After all this...
I feel my reaction is justified.
My weakness?
I think not.
I won't put up with it.
I won't let you get away with it.
I'll get right to the point and say, so, what's the fucking deal?
I'm so tired of this nonsense.
Of being unclear.
Guess what Mom,
I'm not listening anymore.
I'm not your fucking crutch anymore.
I'm not responsible for you.
It's your life now, you have to be responsible for yourself.
Get on with it.
Go ahead, get so depressed you off yourself.
Think about the consequences.
You're sick.
You need help.
But I'm not going to be the one that tells you constantly
That you're going to be okay.
Because only you can assure that for yourself.
I'm through with this war.
Maybe I've surrendered
But one thing is for sure, I'm no longer engaging myself in this arrangement.
I love you Mom,
But, no more of this.
I love you babe,
but no more of this either.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
Remind me that we'll always have each other when everything else is gone.
I feel like the rest of the world is playing these weak games.
And I'm sick and fucking tired of it.
I feel like I'm a beggar
Constantly asking for forgiveness
But no one's feeling sympathetic.
And even then, I'm not asking for sympathy.
I want acknowledgment, a nod of the head.
I'm tired of bullshit
I'm done with playing mind games.
Give me another world,
A whole other time zone.
I thought you'd be there
When everyone else was gone.
Give it up.
Don't lie.
And please, give me the honesty that I deserve.
Stephen kept calling me last week.
I kept getting calls from random numbers.
Someone broke my mac.
Someone stole my phone.
Fuck you.
But I'm home now.
I'm in VT
Where I belong.
All I want to do is snowboard.
And just slide down the slopes.
Touch the snow.
It was great, I went Wed and Thurs.
And I've never had a better time.
I've encountered amazing people in the past few weeks, months.
And I'm so grateful for them in my life.
I've learned so many lessons in the past few months.
I'm glad to say that I've grown.
I'm insecure all of a sudden.
I know why too.
It's what she said to you.
You, someone I knew I could trust.
And yet, at the sametime.
I can't.
There is a part of me that says, beware of Jack.
What did you do to her last night that made her say "Thanks for last night ;)"
Really?
REALLY?
After that goddamn letter I wrote to you,
After all this...
I feel my reaction is justified.
My weakness?
I think not.
I won't put up with it.
I won't let you get away with it.
I'll get right to the point and say, so, what's the fucking deal?
I'm so tired of this nonsense.
Of being unclear.
Guess what Mom,
I'm not listening anymore.
I'm not your fucking crutch anymore.
I'm not responsible for you.
It's your life now, you have to be responsible for yourself.
Get on with it.
Go ahead, get so depressed you off yourself.
Think about the consequences.
You're sick.
You need help.
But I'm not going to be the one that tells you constantly
That you're going to be okay.
Because only you can assure that for yourself.
I'm through with this war.
Maybe I've surrendered
But one thing is for sure, I'm no longer engaging myself in this arrangement.
I love you Mom,
But, no more of this.
I love you babe,
but no more of this either.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
Remind me that we'll always have each other when everything else is gone.