You dont care
that im here or even alive
you say your proud of me...
but all we do now a days is argue
why do u yell at me till im in tears
why do u hurt me when u shout
its scary and u dont kno it becuz
i run in tears
u think i want u seeing me like this
i dont,
it hurts when u say ive dissapointed you
it hurts when i laugh and cry
u prevoke my tears you make me so small
