i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. i hate this.

i want you to confront me about me about this,
i want you to ask me what i think,
why i'm so bothered by this girl that obsesses over you.
you hardly notice how much it eats at me.
not because i'm afraid of what you'll do, but i hate how
she gives herself the right, and the power, to call you guys
"a team". you guys arn't a team, you know that, but she
seems to ignore the fact that she's not the only one in your life.

oh wonderful, i just got a text from you, telling me i'm not aloud
to come over anymore. what the fuck is wrong with your dad?
why does he feel the need to ruin everything in your life?
to ban you from living?

you're 19 years old fuck, he grounds you like you're 8.
he's gotten mad at you again, because i was at your house.
i feel like this is all my fault, and i'm causing nothing but trouble.
i feel like i'm only causing you to get in deeper with your dad,
and i feel horrible.

i wish we could just run away,
i wish people would just let us be, and stop us dragging down,
the people who just so happen to be so happy, and
in love.

why the fuck can't people just let us be happy.