I'm getting sick of this, sick of every thing, sick of myself.
Why do i stick up for every excuse you have? i think to myself he's just busy of tired, when i no thats not the truth but i still kid myself.
sometimes i just think your a joke, i do every thing for us, i call you, i text you first, i make plains and i ask the questions.
you don't return my texts, you don't listen to me on the phone, you don't answer my questions and you screw up every plain i have.
and yet why am i still here, you say you love me but is that the truth? sometimes i just think your trying to flick me off.
i no you think i sound like a drama queen when i probably am, but I'm getting sick of waiting. so please just dump me now and save me any more damage.
this isn't bout Any one i just felt like written it.
