bloody hell,
stop piling all of your assumptions on me,
stop trying to analyse me
stop trying to understand me,
stop trying to think that you know me.
i dun want to have arguments with you anymore,
because you don't get it,
you never listen,
and then you get offended by my brutal honesty,
and said that i hurt you.
yaya, always me, never you.
if i don't even know myself,
what makes you think that you know me.
you come here and start sprouting all these theories,
of how i am trying to fight against myself,
you know what whatever,
i had enough of you.
this is the last time,
i am letting you get to me.
i swear.