when I had 2 of you I didn’t know what to do, sad part is, “ it’s really fuckin true.”
things were never right,
everything thing I did always caused a fight. I was always wrong! you were always right. even times when you were wrong, you were right. How could I be so selfish? To not care, how you felt. He would tell me how much he love me. that he possibly couldn’t love you more than him. We have true love, at the end of the night. he wanted me for show, to process me like a trophy shine in the light. hiding the fact he wasn’t right. right thing, at the right time. I’m told I’m outta line. But don’t count on him, cause he’s a clown. though in an out, up an down. I was the dummy! standing there like a clown. whispers so quite barley making a sound. I could hear the thunder roaring, all thru the town. So you tell me...