I will fucking bleed tears.
If thats what I really have to do.
Just to keep from killing myself.
And, Im not staying for you.
Why do you only "care" about me.
When we're out in front of society?
Stop trying, I know you're faking.
I know your lies have variety.
At home, its all yellin and bitchin.
But outside, its like, "I love you little sister."
I'd hate to ever tell you.
That you cause most of my "blisters".
Its weird to know what you tell people.
Shit like, you really do care about me.
But maybe you only say that.
Because, you don't want to look mean, and lose popularity.
I really don't know.
Why you do the things you do.
But, goin all bipolar on me.
Is the one thing I hate about you.
Please define "Love".
To me, its truely caring no matter where we may be.
But, it seems like you think.
It only counts if you put it out there for an audience to see.
But, thats not cool.
I think thats very superficial.
To only say, "I love you." in public.
Is when I call your "love", artificial.
