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by Michelle Fuller Feb 7, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
We're at it again, Nothing has changed. It's no different tonight, But only the same. Everything is my fault, And nothing is right. And no matter how I try, It just leads to a fight. It's fcuked up to know, That you think I'm a fake. Are you trying to see, How much sh.it I can take? The walls that I stare at, Every day in my room. Are closing in quickly, We better make it right soon. One day you might wake up, And find me lying on the floor. And realize you loved me, But could have done so much more. So look in my eyes, Whenever you're mad. And remember these words: I'll always love you, Dad!!