nothing to be sorry for
HA
You wanna read my shit
Im sorry
But i don't remember
Giving you permission
Those are my personal things
And you read every single one of them
And now you hold me to blame
Yk most of the shit
I write about you
Is me obsessing over you
But it seems like
You don't have a clue
You invaded my privacy
These poems i have
They're the closest thing i have to me
The only thing that is my own
But i guess not anymore
Cause now you see them
On your phone
This is where i go
When i need to vent
Let some anger out
Get it all out of my head
Most aren't about anyone
Their just random
Much like how you write your songs.
I don't care what you say
I am NOT in the wrong.