I don't understand you,
But you're so easy to read.
You won't hold me back,
But you complain if I leave.

You won't hold my hand,
But you expect me to be there.
You say you don't stress me,
But I'm pulling out my hair.

You always blame me,
But I'm never in the wrong.
So I hope you get the picture
By the end of this song.

I hate how I can't say no.
It bothers me horribly.
The way I feel inside,
You tear me up morbidly.

I want to hate you
So bad; it bothers me.
I dont understand
How I can look at you lovingly.

I don't like what you do to me.
It's never any fun.
So just please pack up your things
And tell me your done.

... Because I'm so sick of it; I wanna be done.