Perspective

Here's another problem I haven't figured out how to solve

You think that everyone cares about you but in that you're just dead wrong

You taught me apathy instead of empathy and I swear that I'm not like you but you taught me everything

I shouldn't have to be like you to tell the truth, but I'm sick and tired of always being in such a shitty fucking mood

I wouldn't ever tell you not to be yourself

But I've hoped and prayed for days on days that you were someone else

And I've been writing all this out to let you know

That you're the reason that I can't stand coming home

I shouldn't have to be like you to tell the truth

I've had enough time to learn it's like you get off on abuse