The way you say it
It comes across the way you mean it
And that’s the way I hear it
That’s why I have these thoughts
That I’m not good enough
You say I’m sad
When I’m actually very glad
Your words tear at me
Until I can’t take it
Then I do everything that will make you say
The things I will not want to hear
I know it seems childish
For me to complain
I mean,
I should be used to it
After all these years
Because of you I’ve cried so many tears
And you’ll never know
The thoughts you make me have
And the way you make me feel
Like I will never be good enough
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
The way you say it
It comes across the way you mean it
And that’s the way I hear it
That’s why I have these thoughts
That I’m not good enough
You say I’m sad
When I’m actually very glad
Your words tear at me
Until I can’t take it
Then I do everything that will make you say
The things I will not want to hear
I know it seems childish
For me to complain
I mean,
I should be used to it
After all these years
Because of you I’ve cried so many tears
And you’ll never know
The thoughts you make me have
And the way you make me feel
Like I will never be good enough
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