Neverending Sorrow

Sick and tired,
The phone was wired.
We couldn't be bothered,
And we don't want to be fathered.

I want to be free,
Want to be me.
But you get in my way,
Making my bad day.

The fires been fed,
Your getting in my head.
It's making me insane,
Don't even know my name.

But that'a not your fault,
Everytime you try I push you away.

**This is something I made for someone and didn't realize what the meant and how hurt I was until my freind read it.**