In desperation for friday and tuesday to arrive this instant.
I can't take it, sometimes I feel this urge to be a bitch, to swear about you as I speak,
to say nasty things I would probably regret even for the thought of it.
This anger has become anti-suppressant, I swear.
But I don't want to repeat my old ways, I'm not that sort of person anymore.
It's just so hard, its been hard. You can't do this to me over and over again like its become
to say nasty things I would probably regret even for the thought of it.
This anger has become anti-suppressant, I swear.
But I don't want to repeat my old ways, I'm not that sort of person anymore.
It's just so hard, its been hard. You can't do this to me over and over again like its become
a routine. I am Your Friend, treat me like One.