You two...
i've wrote poems for you
Your opinions and advice
go against my actions
so what the hell
Free will
Get over it
why do you hate me
look at me like im crazy
eyes full of hate and displace
some poeple dont like you
or dont respect you
i love you
so what the hell is
our problem
i'm happy
except for this coldness
hung on your shoulder
i used to think... it doesnt matter
my opinions are out-of-place
in this out-of-place tragedy
you can hate me more and more
all of that i can ignore
ill be there for both of you
as ill be there for our friend too
though for different reasons
this season holds the same feeling