Here's another problem I haven't figured out how to solve
You think that everyone cares about you but in that you're just dead wrong
You taught me apathy instead of empathy and I swear that I'm not like you but you taught me everything
I shouldn't have to be like you to tell the truth, but I'm sick and tired of always being in such a shitty f*cking mood
I wouldn't ever tell you not to be yourself
But I've hoped and prayed for days on days that you were someone else
And I've been writing all this out to let you know
That you're the reason that I can't stand coming home
I shouldn't have to be like you to tell the truth
I've had enough time to learn it's like you get off on abuse
But I know you're suffering too
And here's why I can never talk about this
You always make me out to be the hypocrite
And tell me that I'm full of shit
Well I've had enough; I'm over it
So please, stop seeking attention
You think that you know, what could you know about rage
And tell me what could you know, what could you know about pain
When I'm still holding grudges on a couple of kids who had me when they were 16
How could you possibly be angrier than me