I should've listen to my mom, she told me to stop.
I shouldn't have kept speaking as if you were going to listen, it's not what you wanted from me.
You wanted to complain. Not to hear me try. And you always do.
I keep making that mistake, thinking you'd want to listen, but you'll never listen. You have you spoiled-child made up ideas already.
I meet the same poeple. The ones like him. The ones like her. The ones like them. They speak, I cry, they come back all smiling, I take them back.
I should've listen to my mom, she told me to stop.
— m.