Your killing me

Do you think I don’t have feelings? Do you think I don’t hear you laugh at me behind my back? Do you think I’m stupid? When you need money you come to me. When you need to cry you come to me. When your dad drinks you come to me. When he asked you out you told me. But when my moms temper gets the best of her or I just want to hangout cause I’m bored? You push me away.

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