The price you pay

 

You know what 

I think 

I mean

I know you

Don’t because

You don’t ask 

And when you do 

Ask 

You 

Don’t

Fucking 

Listen 

I think 

When  I’m being

Kind

That you’re 

struggling

That your 

Family

Let you 

Down 

When you didn’t 

Even 

Know 

You needed them 

The most 

And that

Now 

When you need 

Someone to care

You don’t know 

How to let 

That 

Happen 

 

I think 

When I’m 

Being 

Unkind

You’re a 

bitch

That you don’t 

Want 

To 

Listen 

That you want 

To 

Offload 

Your problems 

Your worries 

But you don’t 

Want to 

Hear 

Or listen 

Or even accept 

That there might 

Be an 

Other side 

That this 

Is all about 

You 

And I suppose 

In your heart 

It needs 

To 

Be 

Because it 

Never was 

And you cry for that

Every night 

Through your

Angry tears and 

Reprimands 

Because 

When it was 

You 

When you 

Were

Alone 

The people 

Who should 

Have wrapped you 

Up

And held you 

Tight 

Didn’t 

And now 

This is the price 

We both 

Pay

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