I Get Mad

Heres something I always dream about is being your wife,
I get mad because I feel like its hard just to get through a teenage life.
I remember there was a time I use to believe you cared about me,
Then you pulled something like this right in front of my face,
I first thought I don't want to look at you so leave me be.
So I go to this one place.
It's nice and quite for me to think about what just happened,
I know it isn't that isn't good of a deal you say.
I feel alone and trapped in,
I get mad because I loose everything I once had.
I look above at the sky and ask God why I think so much to die,
And if he can forgive my sin.
You walk away with nothing to say I feel bad your not there to hug me close,
If you really loved me you wouldn't havwouldn't me so much inside.
So once I think then I think twice wondering why I get so mad,
Well the reason why am I care, obsess, wants, need, and love you.
You may think it's not all bad,
You just don't know how much I say is true.
That's why I get mad at just the little things you do.
I forgive you it's just I get forget,
I may act like it's all cool
But to me once again I feel like another fool.