You say I have problems,
I say you have problems.
We used to always get along,
now we fight like cats and dogs.
I don't need those pills,
not like you do.
I'm doing just fine
without being drugged.
I don't feel sorry for you,
not anymore.
You chose you life,
I have yet chosen.
I have all my life
to learn and make mistakes.
You made yours,
now let me make mine.
I know that you think that
lying to me was to
protect me.
But you sent me here, of course everyone is
going to tell me
your dirty little secrets.
Will this die down,
or is this forever?
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