I’m tired of trying to be,
What you want me to be.
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me.
But every step that I take,
Is a mistake to you.
There are so much of me,
That you never see,
And never will.
I can’t and will not waste any more time,
On you,
Trying to please you.
But why am I such a disappointment to you?
Skrevet d.
11. marts 2008, 18:15
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