With someone who never once listened, but wanted to be heard,
My feelings were hurt.
I set myself up for it the way I wore my heart on my sleeve,
And bled on your shirt.
You’ve always been squeamish,
And that didn’t make things better.
So, when not fighting for me came to be,
You got the varsity letter.
And I know you do things just to spite me,
How selfish could I be, right?
To think everything you do and say is in direct correlation of me,
But I’ve felt the sting of your bite.
What did I ever really do wrong,
To make you so underlying and bitter?
Just because I stuck my neck out for you,
And sprinkled my love with glitter?
And to pretend you don’t care for me,
To say you’re on a different track,
And to say I’m so in love with you,
Is just calling the kettle black.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
With someone who never once listened, but wanted to be heard,
My feelings were hurt.
I set myself up for it the way I wore my heart on my sleeve,
And bled on your shirt.
You’ve always been squeamish,
And that didn’t make things better.
So, when not fighting for me came to be,
You got the varsity letter.
And I know you do things just to spite me,
How selfish could I be, right?
To think everything you do and say is in direct correlation of me,
But I’ve felt the sting of your bite.
What did I ever really do wrong,
To make you so underlying and bitter?
Just because I stuck my neck out for you,
And sprinkled my love with glitter?
And to pretend you don’t care for me,
To say you’re on a different track,
And to say I’m so in love with you,
Is just calling the kettle black.
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