Is this you?

Cold, baby you turned ice cold.
And I'm not even mad because it's me ripping what I sewed.

At some point, what it hurt is that you were ashamed to be linked to me.
Acting all worked up, broken promises kept between me and you.

Ungrateful people fill the world, you among them all.
Ungrateful assholes, I want my life back.

Acting courageous, then being mad because I couldn't believe any longer your selfish act.

I couldn't keep the act of believing it was alright. That I was hurting because of It all.

Because I wanted to keep you close.
But people like me are not granted that. Wasn't it?



Such bitterness filled my mind and I blow it straight to your heart.
Sorry if I hurt you, it was my intention.
I wanted you to taste those feelings that you were just disregarding because weren't yours.

And I sorry you saw that because that's the part I always keep it hide.
You didn't believe me when I told you I was bad.

But trust me, every act of kindness, love, and friendship was truthful to your warmed heart.

I love you, you are aware.
Can you quit being an asshole and stop asking me,

Is this you?