I feel sick
Sick is an understatement really
I am left confused and severely offended
In a sick cycle
I have never felt so stupid and embarrassed and humiliated and hurt and confused
And frustrated
And there is not a freaking thing I can do about it
The nice one really does finish last
Because in the end, no one really cherishes the nice one
Everyone just ignores her and passes her up
Frustrated
Yearning to burn away something that just won't, can't go away
Why?
I just keep asking myself why
Any what I possibly could have done
I didn't know
I didn't know
I didn't know
I'm not wrong
I didn't know
I just didn't know
And now I am just hurt and speechless
Aching for words to spill out that just won't come
Timing is so bad
I didn't know
Because no one bothered to tell me
I didn't know I say through clenched teeth and white fists
I resolved to never be vulnerable
It kills me every time
Why?
Why? Why?
I would have taken away so many things
If not to be the fool
Why did you make me the fool?
Why did you make me the fool?
I feel so stupid
And I hate feeling that way
You made me the fool
You made me the fool
You made me the fool
But why?
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