New job. New perspective. New life. New me.

I don’t change things that are good

Just cause you can only see the bad

I never had problems with people questioning my loyalty or trust before.

What’s good in me you’ll never see

And anything that I know I need to work on

You amplify and treat

So much worse.

You treat me like I’m evil

Yet I’m not the evil one

You have done so much to hurt

to push

To provoke

To cause pain

And yet you think it’s me who’s evil?

It’s you.

But you can’t and you won’t ever see that.

You will never really see yourself as you actually are

And you will never see yourself the way others see you.

But hey that’s on you.

I know who I am.

You don’t know me

And it’s sad

That you really don’t Know me at all.

What’s even more sad

Is that you really believe you do

Just cause of some Bullshit idea you have of women

Based on your fucked up past.

Or may you believe all that Bullshit with me cause that’s how you truly are or were

But that ain’t me babe

And it ain’t me babe

Who’s gonna deal with the crazy insane you anymore


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