you bring my down
when i have no frown.
you have power that i wish i could have.
you've done so much and gave me so much, but your running out of things to give.
so you blame it on him and your kids.
im ready to move on from you. i can not take it anymore.
i want to be independent.
i cant unless i have a job, a car, & money.
i need that boost.
i want to do my own things now, i want to grow up.
im sick of running to you, im sick of you wanting me to run to you.
it gets no where.
we bicker into yelling into fighting.
i want no more of this.
i dont think you get it, but im ready to move on.
im ready to live without you.
im ready.
i know, im ready.
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