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by Morgan Aug 9, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / other
You told me to buckle my seat belt I told you No You said I could die I said So? You told me to quit smoking I said Yeah, OK You then caught me smoking The very next day You asked me what was wrong I told you to leave me alone I started drinking the next day When you weren't home You asked me what was on my arms I told you I had fell He said it was bullshit And started to yell You asked me for my cell phone I said it's right over there I was already unhappy So I didn't even care You asked me about the pot And where my cigarettes were hid I told you I don't have any And tried to make you believe I was an innocent kid You told me where he hid his pot And I told you I already knew You couldn't believe it That I hadn't even given you a clue You told me I had to leave And I asked Why? You hardly said a word And I just sat there and cried I asked you to trust me You said No I said I need you You said So? **one of the most horrible feelings is knowing you're the one who f-cked up**