 | When you're online,
You talk to me,
And act as a different person,
These times we talk,
The ways you act,
Just make these fights worsen,
Your words they hurt me,
The way you write,
them So big and so bulky,
They way you write them,
Your words,
They hurt me.
I don't understand,
If you get what Im saying,
Or if you know how I truly am feeling,
You are a good friend,
A great one at that,
But I'm sick of you and me fighting,
I don't like,
where this is going,
Or how its turning out,
But when you yell,
I yank my hair,
And almost scream and shout. |  |