Around and around again
the same old arguements
so sick of listening to them ramble
i hate it when they fight
its always about the stupidest things and I'm in the middle of the plight
caught in the cross fire of their gamble
They always say
they promised always
but sometimes i must wonder and how can they be sure they will last forever?
because the shouting grows ever louder
the accusing gets ever more prouder
does it cease? no never.
it's always too late at night
or too early in the morning for this insight
but i just lie my head back down on my bed and roll my eyes listening
rudimentary
like my brother and I elementary
my dear watson can't you see
i'm drowing
in my own screaming
crying with the music turned up so you can't hear me
I sit there and rebel
I act like I don't care but you can't tell
If I said that I hate that they can't agree
It would be
an understatement
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