Ever since you said I am ruining your life, and that I am to blame for the lace of social life you have. I have ave been listening to music I normally wouldn't, and I'm wearing black. I thought you loved me, I thought I wasn't a burden but I see now that I am. My once colorful clothes are now turning into black because of my depression over you, I may even dye my hair black because I know you wont like it. Even my emotions are wearing black, because of the way your treating me. I know you won't change so why should I? I'm wearing black because I'm asking for help but you don't even catch on. I'm crying out for you to save us but I guess you wont, so that's why I'm wearing black.
