You are.
Too many voices tell me what to do. Too many faces looking straight at me. I never wanted to be your example. I never said that I was better than anyone. Yet you can't overlook the opportunity To hurt me in any way you can. I never did anything to hurt you. Too many days I've hated you. And too many days I've loved you. Too much pressure on me. Too many things to do. Too many responsibilities to handle. Too much ridicules from you. Too many harsh words from your mouth. Never any support from you. Too many tricks you've played. You think it's soo funny To make me fall. You want nothing more then for me to fail. I make you way too important. You control me when I can't control myself. I put my guard down and there you are. Waiting for the next blow. I don't know why I ever trusted you. I don't know why I ever cared for you. Too much time is wasted on thoughts of you. Too much emotion is weighed upon you. You're nothing of any worth. So why do I love you soo much? Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 07:10 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Too many voices tell me what to do...."