Why, oh why do I find myself
breaking under this stress?
Why is it that you can't handle
the problems I address?
I don't know why you're screaming
and won't leave me alone,
but I cant stand the thought
of being on my own.

I'm just an !%$%$@%?
Yeah, well you don't know a thing.
Sometimes you yell so loud that
my ears start to ring.
I don't know why you hate me
or if our love is real,
but if our love is fake then
what is this I feel?

So here we are again
we're left here at square one.
An argument of something said
or something that I've done.
I don't know why you're screaming
and won't leave me alone,
but i cant stand the thought
of being on my own.

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