You two are at each others neck, Cant understand my pain for even a sec- -ond of time. You both say you help me, You both do things your way, not taking time to listen, to the little things I say, This is no longer about me, For when i mention me - I'm cussed, Theres not a chance of helping me, because this is at your own bloodlust. You two are holding your face cards down, Not showing a weakness, I cant help but frown. Maybe someday, you'll both see, that in the end, this is only hurting me. So what my final conclusion is my last remark, hopefully this one digs its way in, because this is how it starts... "You turn my scars into welps, You just arn't aware, This hurts more than helps."