You always come around
with your bitching and crying,
when all along
it's just me who's dying.
You fill my head
with all your troubles.
These burdens thrown on me
have got me seeing doubles.
You tell me your worries
and expect me to listen.
But when it's me with the problem,
there's something that's missin'...
It's one bit of care
from you in your eyes.
To help me with this,
you won't even try.
So I'm through sympathizing
and hearing your shit.
It's your turn to be ignored.
What you deserve is what you'll get. |
Submission Name: Your Troubles
