-[ Exhausted ]-
You gotta respect me.
You gotta understand me.
I am no one else.
Treat me like a decent love.
I've got emotions, and my limits.
You arent suppose to be wielding knives,
stabbing them one by one and slowly into the depths of weakness.
The delusions of fault confuses and exhausts me.
Told you once too many times, distinctions arent important
but baby, ooo
I feel underappreciated.
I'm just one poor soul, holding on to a little faith.
Hold it on for me.
For I fear my soul is weak,
and the wound is deep.
The hand's getting loose because I lost too much life fluid.
Too many priorities, you gotta made a decision whether u want me at all.
It isnt fair.
No, not to me.
Hold on to me,
or let me know you are letting go. =
I thought love was selfish,
I didnt know it was selfish towards each other.
Something simple complicates.
I cry.
till then;
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