Ill write this one last time,
youll read only truly one line,
then comment it back with words youve already said,
and phrases Ive already explained.
then youll continue to blame.
blame it all on me and my \"cold\" heart,
blame it on my blind eyes to your pain,
and then youll get angry once again and believe that i called you a name.
youll back me into a corner,
push me into a wall and watch me as i fall.
youll tell me i don\'t see you
i don\'t try
i don\'t care,
then ill get defensive and swing my hand through the air.
praying that i miss you,
your eyes in fear telling me to stop,
then your soul preceding to take my aggression to the top.
youll start in again,
doing just what i say that you do,
youll continue on your destroying and blaming rampage until you decide your through.
ill tell you you aren\'t a good friend,
youll retaliate and say all i do is lie,
then youll bring tears to my eyes by saying this one last phrase.
it\'ll tell me that I\'m some sort of lame name,
then that you shouldn\'t have cared,
then by the last word of it youll cut my last string of control and precision and care.
so ill fire, oh yes it is my turn now,
by the time I\'m done with you you\'ll believe your in hell.
too bad though it wont open your eyes make you see it was your fault ,if any, to begin,
then ill continue by telling you why i don\'t want to be your friend.
ill say you\'ll disagree, and then youll recoil when you do, youll be blind to your mistakes and perhaps that is why \"were through.\"!
