Selfish
You said you loved me.
But, is that really true?
It's always, "do this" or "do that"
But never "how are you?"
Do you know how I feel?
Or what I may have been through?
But apparently nothing else matters when it comes down to you.
If you just show that you care, maybe it would be different.
But the world is yours, right?
Because it seems that you think it revolves around you.
A small inconvenience, turns to a fight.
It never gets ended, it stretches out until the string finally snaps and so do you.
You never resolve it, it just keeps bubbling inside you.
That is, until someone says one thing you don't like and you make it their problem too.
Or maybe, just maybe, the problem is you.
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