You used to tell me “The way you’re living is bad.”
“The way you’re living is terrible.”
You used to point out every little intricate mistake that I was making and every little small detail of my life that ****** you off.
But when I asked you “What I could do to change everything?”
You kept spewing your garbage at me.
So all I did was look at you and say:
“When are you going to realize that you have nothing left to say that I want to hear?”
“And sooner or later, you’re going to have nothing left to say at all.”
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
You used to tell me “The way you’re living is bad.”
“The way you’re living is terrible.”
You used to point out every little intricate mistake that I was making and every little small detail of my life that ****** you off.
But when I asked you “What I could do to change everything?”
You kept spewing your garbage at me.
So all I did was look at you and say:
“When are you going to realize that you have nothing left to say that I want to hear?”
“And sooner or later, you’re going to have nothing left to say at all.”
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