Before i close my eyes to sleep i wonder if ill dream of you,
the way u hit, the way u shout, the way u spit or the way you
never want me around
When I'm on my own at night i wonder what i did wrong
to make you mock me the way you do,
with names so hurtful but it must be true.
I'm sorry for the times I've roared,
but you don't seem to understand that i cant open
up and take a stand.
You tell me that i need help,
and your probally right but if i do its
because of you.
You blame me for every thing that goes wrong,
even when it wasn't me at all,
according to you i don't care about any one but me,
but thats not true,
i don't show affection because it wasn't shown by you.
Now I'll dream of days gone by,
of happy days but at the back of my mind
there you'll be criticizing me, for just being me.
