Sick of being messed around,
being built up, being knocked down.
There’s no reasoning when you’re like this,
all the sulking and fake tears.
You don’t talk to me when I am there,
then bitch at me like I don’t care.
How much attention do you need?
All I can give you is me.
I don’t want to feel like this,
I’m getting sick and tired of it,
I don’t want to feel,
the way you make me feel.
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