And so begins my week of disgrace.
This is the point where I feel like really
speaking my opinion.
I guess I’m finally learning
to shut my mouth though.
I hate it when you’re angry with me.
Nothing I say makes any difference.
Nothing I say is right.
No matter what,
I am wrong.
You say sorry.
Over and over again.
I have let this happen too many times.
Sorry doesn’t cut it anymore.
Just when things are ticking along nicely
You stand me up…
Your silent reply speaks loudly to me…
I guess our latest honeymoon period is over
and it’s back to normal we go,
hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.
It’s actually a good thing when I’m telling you how I feel.
It’s when I go silent that you should worry.
My silence means I can’t be bothered anymore.
- Loud as Silence (youtalktoofast.wordpress.com)