The Way I Feel
I see you, I see him, I see me
I see the way he treats you
I see the way you react to him.
He controls you, makes you think his way.
He Constantly downs me
I see you try to stick up for me
and I see him knock you back down.
I know the way I feel about him doesn't matter to you
Because you like him, and we need a place to live
But is it really worth it to you?
Watching him make fun of me?
You say you'll talk to him about it.
But talking to him never helps.
He wants it all his way.
He won't listen to anyone.
When we left the first time
we came back
when we left the second time
we came back.
Just wait until we have the money to get a place
We'll be out of here soon.
Everything you say to me now
I'm having trouble believing.
I see you, I see him.
I see everything going his way
I see you following him.
. . . . But I don't see me.
