It hurts his voice cuts through me and I bleed, bleed stress.
This can of worms is open again and I am up to my neck in mess.
Never never , you find ME doing that
I would do it right I would make sure.
He shouts and shouts of misjustice so hard done by . I have heard it all before.
Slam bang crash self pity , how wonderful it must be always to be right
Always having the right answer, and pointing it out with spite!
Don’t do it that way you are doing it wrong, my way is better than yours
On and on wearing me down , I don’t even open my mouth now without good cause.