The same ones who hate me tend to try and break me, Curse and forsake me, Then cry when they **** me.
Then they see, That they actually need me
it's too late for that now, Because I do not break and I certainly won't bow. They have condemned me for now But watch them as they come back around.....
For Help.
Hating what is provided and then loving it when it saves them. Weird how that works, right?