you tell me. I don't know how to act around you, what's appropriate to do or whatnot. you need your space? I'm giving it to you. I understand. you have a lot going for you, I'm not adding on to your grief. I'll keep it to myself. I won't even read what you have to say, this is straight up coming from me. the things I tell you, are legit. I'm coming with a different mindset. learning from what has happened before. you don't want to deal with this? you won't have to. this won't happen anymore. I won't get butthurt and all that shit anymore. I just don't know what you want, cause you yourself don't even know. I act on what I know, and what I feel, not what I feel that's obligated to do. if you think the things I say to you when we have problems are just "in the moment" typa stuff, then you're absolutely wrong, I just never had the guts to tell you myself. I say it, with no intention of getting a respond back, but rather to let YOU know. I now understand. I won't get in your way.
it's my fault. I'm completely responsible, blame is all on me.
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