You did nothing.
And he hates you.
To him, you are begging
You ask him to come to your rescue.
But he never comes
He only stands there, like a statue.
You say you are one of his victims
You say you love him, and he hasn't got a clue.
But I know the real story.
To most people your lies arent see-through
So of course you claim all the simpathy and glory
Now Its up to me, to tell what really happened, the real issue
At first, he was at your beconing call.
He was there to catch you
Whenever you decided to fall
In fact, who was there to give advice whenever you said "what should I do?"
Who was there to see you crying
And wipe your tears with a tissue?
He want the one idley standing
In fact, you were the one acting like a statue
And now he's vanished
All because you kept on wanting, waiting, wishing
He had been more polished (having better qualities)
Now I find myself wishing
For several things
I find myself wishing people will realize your wrongdoing
I wish for several things
That my children will not be living
Your type of life,
I find myself wishing
That they have his life
I hope my children will start acting
As he did, I hope they find self-respect,
Instead of living for the lying
I hope they will find values, and detect
When they have to start defending
Them, and their friends, from people like you.