I keep telling you and everyone around me
that it's you I'm angry with... that you're the
disappointment.
But I'm so angry with myself.
I can't blame you for doing those incredibly
dumb and selfish things,
but as they replay over and over
in my brain...
I get sick with anger as I think of all
those times
I said it was okay when you broke my heart.
It makes me sick because there's someone
deep within me
that wanted to push you away when I
held you close.
There's someone that wanted to tell you to
FUCK OFF
when I forgave you.
There's someone deep inside I used to be...
someone deep inside I still
respect.