who am I because of you, what have you done for me?
I can't pick you up if you are pushing me away to do it yourself.
I offer to help and you just go.

You turn around and stab me for not being there.
what is your deal?
I thought we were best friends but I was more your slave waiting for you on every lane.
When I was getting sexually assulted you stood by watching me cry.
Called me weak when now I don't have my virginity that I live by.

You think you are the center of attention needed to be put first. Your hair is a excuse to complain you...