Nightmares would be
better than this
silence you give
me.

How you only use me when
I can help you
with a problem.

My friends were right,
I shouldn't have given
you a second
chance.

But I couldn't help it,
you needed someone
and I always help
you.

It was an impulse
I suppose.
It was a ****** impulse.

And now I grow hatred
towards myself as I
keep giving you more
chances.

Why do I keep giving you
more chances.