I hear your words, words of hate.
What have I done? I used to be so great.
You treat me like muck on your shoe,
I try my best, I’ve stood by you.
I think I deserve better, a bit of respect,
But why can’t I leave? I can do better yet.
Arguing is all we ever seem to do,
When it comes down to listening, you haven’t a clue.
I’m sick of your stares and your evil eyes,
Your dirty looks and putting Chase out as a spy.
I cant talk to you, I feel you will just accuse me and tell me I am wrong
I need a break.
Let me take a breath.