Sunday, October 08, 2006
hhahaha. its so funny when i think about it.
i mean, i distinctly remembered telling my brother
"what's it to me. i do all this shit for myself"
and now,
even the tv cant pull me up.
its not about what or how i do,
its not about pleasing you.
i tried, i wanted just a word or two.
yet this silence became your tool.
so i was a mix of emotions.
i don't care.
i'm willing to give up anything in the world.
anything.
even my o levels,
to have you make your promises true.
what is it to me, if its naught to you.
its not important,
whats important is that everyone is happy.
are you?
are we?
is she?
i bet hella she is.
breaking up families is her forte,
i'll fuck her right up in her face.
cant you see what everyone else can see?
that your sister is fucked up?
i'm so angry,
you should just go stay there.
yet i'm so sad,
when i try to comprehend.
i'll give up everything if you would just stop going over to them.
its like we're your second priority.
maybe we are.
and the worst,
is that you're blind to all that we're doing for you.
Thy sang her last verse at coffin 3:49 PM