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By Isabella Svenska Submitted by Isabella Svenska Date: 2001 Aug 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.10.21.33.19480]] |
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Life it passes me by Day by day Each day is a blur As each day passes and I become less of what I was I can't see myself anymore I've become a scribble A doodle on a notepad I don't mean anything It's just something you do To pass the time I can't recognize what I used to be So secure, so full of myself Telling men that they're missing out on something Because I wouldn't choose them And they believed it How I used to be so secure I used to look in the mirror And say you're one sexy "thang" No one can touch you Look at you You're beautiful Who wouldn't want to be with you And they believed it But I don't believe it anymore And now I am so hung up On what you're doing Wondering if you're happy I convince myself you are And wonder why I'm not I accuse, I blame, I hate I blame you I blame others I don't blame myself I'm the victim I am such a victim I have convinced myself that I need sympathy From you, from everyone Why don't you ask about me? Aren't you just a little curious? Don't you wonder? How can you be so smug? Why are you so heartless? I can't understand why Why you would be so callous So apathetic when it comes to me General curiosity killed the cat Why can't it touch you? You stopped by my friend's house To tell her you're moving With your new girlfriend with you And then you asked how the dog was How the dog was?! Why can't you at leat ask about me? How is she doing? Is she happy? No. Instead you ask about the dog Because I am lower than that And I can't be mentioned My name is condemned No consideration for me Or my feelings I hate you I hate you so much I hate how I feel when I think of you Then when I think of how much I hate you And how I wish the worst on you Then I actually realize how much I hate the way I don't hate you at all |