Sometimes I kick and I scream
And I also get really mean.
In your face I throw words of hate
And yell why, why can’t you tell me straight.
It’s just as if I gotta fight,
Even though I know it’s not right.
Later I see what I then forgot.
You are so perfect, just I am not.
You always knew what I couldn’t see
And I wonder in the whole of me
How your love would never change
Even though I’m always to blame.

Copyright by Lea (Kat Stratford).