I don't like the way you act.
I use to be the mean one, you the nice one.
Its almost like you've cracked.
What have you become?
You call me names
Put me to shame.
You don't think it hurts me,
But I disagree.
The more and more you do it
My slef-esteem splits.
We have our good times,
We have our bad.
You know I love you,
And that will always be true.
