I am not the problem.
Finally I think I'm realising that it's not always about me
it's not my fault if we didn't meet
or if you preferred someone else's company to mine
it's not about me being too rude or too kind
it's your choice
take responsibility for all of them now
I'm done taking on my shoulders your life when I feel down
when you don't hear my voice while I'm screaming
when you stand still looking at me while I'm drowning.
You had your chance,
or maybe more than one
and you wasted them without blinking
believing I wasn't strong enough to choose someone who makes me feel understood
someone who cares what I do
someone that is not you.
