I hate how you make fun of me
When am angry at you
As if you're having a private joke
amused that I can be so mad
Saying that am so hot angry
Only makes me want to punch
Your chest with my fists
Even if it will hurt them more.
I want you to placate me
Pacify me and indulge me
Tell me you don't want me mad
Cause am yearning for affection
funny thing is it's you
That can take away the rage
I love it when you shut me up,
With a kiss.
Or hold me as I cry
(I wish)
Instead you watch me and say
What is it this time?
I just love you for loving me.