Why me?its a question I ask myself often….why did I have to be there when you were yelling,why did I have to stand behind you when you were hitting people and my friends say “get over”they act like they don’t get what I get but deep down inside of them I know they hurt as much as I do…..
It hurts me ……..the way that people take advange of me and what i have they use my stuff for things then they hate me untill i give them someting again !! does everyone get this or just me really i mean it !!
Love me,Love me,say that you love me
Fool me,Fool me,oh how you do me
i dont care about anything but you……………….{anything but…. you…}