Why am I always the problem
If I'm such trouble then ******* get rid of me?
Are you stuck with me-
Just obligation like duty?
Then quit acting like any of this is for me
******* do you really love me?
Why are we always here and I'm the one to blame?
Or am I really just the problem and I can't handle the name.
Why reach out just to crush my hand
Why direct just to turn me right around-
Is it me?
Am I the problem,
Because that's all you seem to call me besides that name you know I hate,
Because to you, I can never be
And even when I fall apart you don't relent,
"I'm listening!"
To what?
It can't be me cause you just keep saying
The same ****, over and over again.