When we were little.
I loved you with everything.
when i went to bed at night,
i would hold your hand,
in hopes that the next morning..
i would still be holding it,
so that in order to get up
you would have to let go,
and wake me up.
Then i would cry..
and you would stay home.
with me.
and now,
you're too lazy to go to work,
you watch tv, and do no chores.
you b**** and complain,
like someone you would see on Dr. Phill,
you yell like i'm a dog.
sometimes i feel like I am.
you tell me i lie,
i cheat and i am worthless.
i'm sick of it.
i'm sick of you.
