• My despair created my tears
    My laughter was nothing, if not bitter
    My heart was your doormat, left behind, alone

    I'm spoiled, rotten
    I could see what your apathy did to me
    but I want it, need it.

    I can hear them yelling "Don't do this, why do this?"
    Hn.
    I guess they never felt it before.
    Its addicting, so addicting..
    But God does it hurt......

    I guess I'm just sick, twisted
    Because I'll fight for you and I'll fight for you,
    And when you don't fight back,
    Because I know you won't,
    I'll just laugh my bitter laugh you hate so much,
    And cry those shiny tears you love to make. neutral