Everytime I choose not to say something, a part of me grows weak...
A part of me dies.
I let you get away with the worst kinds of things, and let it slide.
Part of me is resentful, part of me lies.
But part of me know that I'm not a fool,
and that I will not take this lightly,
Part of me knows your too freaking stupid to understand what I mean,
That part of me is unsightly......that ever lasting bind.
I know I can not change you, and I don't want to either.
But you takr me for granted...all parts of me.
And you made that mistake,
Part of me doesn't have to be kind.