Why?
Why you gotta act like “that”? Why you always gotta have something to say? Why are you always so hypercritical of me? Why you gotta always be uop in my business, asking me what I’m eating, why I’m running, where I’m going, why my hair is this or my tattoos are that? Why you always gotta question my motives? Why can’t you accept me the way I am? Why can’t be ever be encouraging? and then you wonder why I don’t share my feelings with you, or why I don’t talk to you, or turn to you in my time of need. Why can’t you realize that there’s NO place in my life for your type of people? Why can’t you change?
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