Walk all over me I’m use to the abuse! Step on me and dust your feet from the nasty concrete I’m use to the abuse... no matter what you say you spit and dump on me everyday. You say you love me in what kind of way I’m use to the abuse and the words you say! I was taking for granted you thought I will always be, one day you came home I wasn’t there for your feet. You was lost without your doormat it was no longer there a house is not a home with just you living here.
i have no words to describe the way i feel at this very moment but all i know is no one loves me no one wants me try to convince me but i won't believe you i'm unlovable worthless not enough and everything in between i'm not really heartbroken over the fact that you don't want me but the fact that no one wants me it's just how my life is i love with my whole heart but no one loves me back and now i'm just going to accept that fact no one really wants me
i don't love myself but i love you with my whole heart but you don't love me too you can't tell me one thing that you love about me one-sided love you take what you can get and i don't mind it 'cause i've gotten used to the fact that i'm unlovable i'm unlovable
why is it that we rip flowers from the ground. flowers so innocent. unharmful. yet, we rip them from their homes. and, we give them to people who don't deserve, their beauty. we take the things we love, and we give them away, to the unlovable. why?
