September 2010
It appears that the happier I get, the more...
I could have been easier on you, I could have been all you held onto, I know I wasnt fair, but I tried my best to care about you. I’m struggling to see a better side of me, but I can’t. Take all your jabs and taunts, you’re pointing out my every fault. And you wonder why I walked away. When you tell me I’m a wreck, you say that I’m a mess. How could you expect...
