What do you want from me?
It's never enough to get better
You just wait for the sickness
Did you know it is you that is making me sick?
You and your snide little remarks
You think I am not in my right mind
But your words hurt never the less
I would rather you hit me in the face one good time
Then keep on putting me down
I am already as low as I've ever been
What do you want from me?
SP
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