“What’s wrong” is that after hurting me over and over again, you’re expecting me to run back into your arms with just a snap of your finger, as if it all didnt matter?
I’m the first to knw besides your mum? But why dont you even tryyy to make me feel better instead of making me run all way down to fetch you and welcome you back home? Is this how you see me? Someone at your beck and call no matter what happens?
You’ll never understand…
