Why should I be bardened with your pain, I haven't caused this. I tried to tell you I warned you for so many years about him and how ever single guy would rip you to shreds, so why should I be your shoulder to cry on when you won't be mine. I sit here every night and cry seeing how they treat you, yet you refuse to realize what they do, you enjoy the pain, you enjoy the drugs, you enjoy it all. So when they leave why should I be the one that has to be there and love you I love you for you but the drugs and the drinking that one day will kill you has to stop.
