Yet slowly
You're killing me.
You're the fucking reason I'm the way I am
You ask me why I'm not motivated
You're a lazy bitch.
You wonder why I'm depressed
You yell and scream at me when somethings wrong
And you know very well somethings wrong.
But you won't ask me anymore
Yeah I say nothings wrong
But I know you know better
I need help, I just can't ask for it. I just can't.
Why would I ask you for help when you're the reason I need it?
The reason I want to take my life?
The reason I cry all the time?
Why?
