Fuck
I don't remember asking for permission for you to control me.
I don't remember asking or volunteering my precious time.
I know it seems harsh,
I know you may think I'm cold.
I know you may hate me,
I might be too bold.
Maybe I'm wrong,
I hope I'm right.
I've got no emotion,
no fire to fight.
This boy is hurting you,
as mine hurt me.
I just wish you
could truly see.
I know it's hard,
to take of that blinding mask.
I know it's a long journey,
and a difficult task.
It's history repeating,
like a skipping song,
I'm not saying I'm right,
or you are wrong.
Things just hurt,
I know they do,
I know them to well,
I know them true.
I don't like it this way,
but you must learn.
Learn for yourself,
morals return
I don't like Jamie doing this, infact, I hate it. I don't like that you are letting him control this situation. I don't like that you call me about it late at night, I don't like volunteering my precious time. I get tired to, you know, I don't know if it was informed, but I work hard at school, work, orchestra, and life, in what returned?
You go on crying, his drama revealed
Stalking boy, stalking boy,
Get off my back
I'm not saying anything is your fault, by God it's not
But NO where near is it my fault, your problems.
Don't come crying to me when you make your own faults. I know I like to be a hero, I know, but look at my stress level. I wish someone could see that I have school, 7 hours, work, at least three, working on schoolwork, 1-2, there is 12 hours in the day gone. The time I have to sleep has been cut to 6-7. Five hours to do chores, clean, relax, and do other homework that takes more than 1-2 hours must be cut into five hours. Oh yes, and eat. Must I forget the eating?
It just doesn't seem like you get it. I'm sorry to inform you, but you are not the center of my universe. I'm sorry to inform you, but I have a life beyond you.
I hate it when people cancel on me, and don't tell me. I love the effort I give and have cancel. Thank you, to all of you. Thank you.
I love it how you think that I'm going to give you rides all over the fucking place. Not. A. Chance. If you want a ride to 122nd, don't count on it. If you want me to pick you up somewhere, don't count on it. If you are in the middle of downtown, don't expect me to waste my money to come and get you, just so you can head somewhere else in five minutes.
I like how people want me to give more than I can give, family excluded. I love how people assume. I love how you all think that I'm smarter or dumber than I really am. I love being belittled.
I love it how everything has to be done by me. I love it how other people have the initiative to call me stupid and do the project themselves, or call me smart and make me do it myself.
I love her. Her.
Her.
She seems to belittle me, I don't like her much. Fortunately I stood up for myself, we don't talk a lot.
[[anymore]]
I love falseness, I love skin deep.
I love how you all just have rumors that seep
I love the way people talk behind my back
I love the belittling
No, don't take it back.
I love how its black or white
Not grey
Right or wrong
I love the way you curse at me
I love the way the time seems: long.
I really hate the belittle
You copy off of me
I do not copy off of anyone at all
But questions follow me.
I may be stupid, or at least not smart
But don't think that thats a reason
To tear me right apart
I had no intentions
Of hurting you at all
So please don't mind me asking
Why you hit me 'til I fall?
You call me stupid, right to my face
Thank you for pointing out
All of my mistakes
I appreciate it much
Infact, heres applause
Here's for every fucking insult
Here's for every flaw.
I like the way you stab me
Stab me until I bleed
Just leave me here, please if you don't mind
God knows I won't succeed..
You think it too inside your mind
This girl is going to fail
Mind you, mind me,
Slam you in the rail.
Don't think I won't
Don't think I will
Who knows? May I might.
Maybe I will hit you hard
Knock you right out of sight.
Chances are slim, I'm better than you
Don't expect me to be rude
I won't hurt you, had you hurt me first
Don't expect me to not burst
Just because I don't act on my feelings
Just because I don't say my words
Don't think that I'm a pushover
Don't think I can be treated like dirt.
I don't remember asking or volunteering my precious time.
I know it seems harsh,
I know you may think I'm cold.
I know you may hate me,
I might be too bold.
Maybe I'm wrong,
I hope I'm right.
I've got no emotion,
no fire to fight.
This boy is hurting you,
as mine hurt me.
I just wish you
could truly see.
I know it's hard,
to take of that blinding mask.
I know it's a long journey,
and a difficult task.
It's history repeating,
like a skipping song,
I'm not saying I'm right,
or you are wrong.
Things just hurt,
I know they do,
I know them to well,
I know them true.
I don't like it this way,
but you must learn.
Learn for yourself,
morals return
I don't like Jamie doing this, infact, I hate it. I don't like that you are letting him control this situation. I don't like that you call me about it late at night, I don't like volunteering my precious time. I get tired to, you know, I don't know if it was informed, but I work hard at school, work, orchestra, and life, in what returned?
You go on crying, his drama revealed
Stalking boy, stalking boy,
Get off my back
I'm not saying anything is your fault, by God it's not
But NO where near is it my fault, your problems.
Don't come crying to me when you make your own faults. I know I like to be a hero, I know, but look at my stress level. I wish someone could see that I have school, 7 hours, work, at least three, working on schoolwork, 1-2, there is 12 hours in the day gone. The time I have to sleep has been cut to 6-7. Five hours to do chores, clean, relax, and do other homework that takes more than 1-2 hours must be cut into five hours. Oh yes, and eat. Must I forget the eating?
It just doesn't seem like you get it. I'm sorry to inform you, but you are not the center of my universe. I'm sorry to inform you, but I have a life beyond you.
I hate it when people cancel on me, and don't tell me. I love the effort I give and have cancel. Thank you, to all of you. Thank you.
I love it how you think that I'm going to give you rides all over the fucking place. Not. A. Chance. If you want a ride to 122nd, don't count on it. If you want me to pick you up somewhere, don't count on it. If you are in the middle of downtown, don't expect me to waste my money to come and get you, just so you can head somewhere else in five minutes.
I like how people want me to give more than I can give, family excluded. I love how people assume. I love how you all think that I'm smarter or dumber than I really am. I love being belittled.
I love it how everything has to be done by me. I love it how other people have the initiative to call me stupid and do the project themselves, or call me smart and make me do it myself.
I love her. Her.
Her.
She seems to belittle me, I don't like her much. Fortunately I stood up for myself, we don't talk a lot.
[[anymore]]
I love falseness, I love skin deep.
I love how you all just have rumors that seep
I love the way people talk behind my back
I love the belittling
No, don't take it back.
I love how its black or white
Not grey
Right or wrong
I love the way you curse at me
I love the way the time seems: long.
I really hate the belittle
You copy off of me
I do not copy off of anyone at all
But questions follow me.
I may be stupid, or at least not smart
But don't think that thats a reason
To tear me right apart
I had no intentions
Of hurting you at all
So please don't mind me asking
Why you hit me 'til I fall?
You call me stupid, right to my face
Thank you for pointing out
All of my mistakes
I appreciate it much
Infact, heres applause
Here's for every fucking insult
Here's for every flaw.
I like the way you stab me
Stab me until I bleed
Just leave me here, please if you don't mind
God knows I won't succeed..
You think it too inside your mind
This girl is going to fail
Mind you, mind me,
Slam you in the rail.
Don't think I won't
Don't think I will
Who knows? May I might.
Maybe I will hit you hard
Knock you right out of sight.
Chances are slim, I'm better than you
Don't expect me to be rude
I won't hurt you, had you hurt me first
Don't expect me to not burst
Just because I don't act on my feelings
Just because I don't say my words
Don't think that I'm a pushover
Don't think I can be treated like dirt.