Why is it so much easier
for you to kick me down than to help me up?
I had finally reached a high in my life
only for you to tell me that I wasn't enough.
I'm gone for weeks at a time,
simply minding my own business.
The second you see my face,
you shoot your gun of hate as if I was on your hit list.
Certain love is unconditional,
that's what they always say.
Then why, when you're mad at yourself,
I'm the one that has to pay?
Sometimes you don't mean it,
you think of yourself as innocent.
Then where did these scars come from on my heart?
You could see why this is a predicament.
You seem confused when you ask
why I never call back.
Why would I call the single person
who has nothing better to do than attack?
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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