*smashes fist through window* It's a freestyle poem, get over it.
~*~ Htgr8 ~*
First off, there are two sides to every story
And most of the time, both sides are in the wrong somehow
So before anyone even starts.
You could've called me first.
You wanted me to talk to you
I can't read minds.
So before you even start,
It's not all my fault.
You think were not anything anymore
Honey, you're so wrong.
Even if this ends in both of us being angry
I'll still pick up when you call
It's not all your fault.
I'm sitting here crying, kind of dying inside
I've been wondering where you've been
But you haven't given me a sign
So don't even start
It's not all my fault.
I'm angry, I'm upset
How dare you accuse me of being a bad boyfriend
I've picked up your pieces
And rescued you when you were almost dead
I swear if you start, I'll get angry
It's NOT all my fault.
You've (metaphorically) wiped my tears
You helped me when I'm sad
You made me laugh with joy
Don't tell me those harsh words
Because honey, it's not my fault
And honey, it's not your fault.