It goes both ways,
They say.
It was my fault,
For never opening up.
But it was yours too,
For making me feel small.
I would've done anything
To open up.
But arguments would always
Come, no matter the effort I gave.
It goes both ways,
They say.
It was my fault,
For never opening up.
But it was yours too,
For making me feel small.
I would've done anything
To open up.
But arguments would always
Come, no matter the effort I gave.