07:42AM
Why?
-that is the question which pops up like a weasel from it's hole
You ever wonder what you did?
What you did wrong?
Why do you cry? -you ask yourself.
He messed with your head not the other way around.
He ran and tripped himself yet he blamed you when you weren't even there.
That - he called love.
While you have a three day headache he laughs
You sit there and question yourself - he's assertive
I did nothing wrong. I didn't lie nor did I disrespect. - yet I was to blame.














