Maybe it's my fault
In what I expect
In thinking they'll change
Instead of more of the same

But I can't help to feel
That they should've learned
Maybe I'm not clear enough
Maybe they want me hurt

For every time my hopes are up
When I think they've come around
They show their other colors
Ones I've wanted to block
And my spirits crash to the ground

Thoughts swarm
Tears threaten to fall
And I find I just
Can't handle it all

Cuz' what if it's my fault
In wanting them to change
Shouldn't I respect their ways?

And another question
Nags my mind
Well, shouldn't they respect mine?

Now all I am is guilt ridden
For I decided not to speak
But honestly
Who respects the freak?

Until next time - ☔