ive always wantd something so perfect and as i get older i begin to wonder is there such a thing called happiness... They keep hurting me and i get weaker abd weaker,i thought i was set i had someone who cared and held me whne i was afriad...but you see he became something i hate,I cry cause i cant handle it anymore... How many times do i have to say stop hurting me.. and you respond with a well i treat you lik this cus you deserve all of this... so i deserve to be forgotten about on our wel my one year anni with you and how you are in a rage when do nothing... and i deserve to be called names that i could never imagine you sayin to me but you surprise me everyday theres always something you are far to uptight for me...