i can't do this;

you're messing with my head. when are you finally gonna give me what i want? whenever you're done with your current worries? i hate coming last to you; i hate being hidden. i hate how you treat me; i hate everything you say to me. you get my hopes up; for what? for the fact that i MIGHT still be here when you're finally ready? i don't need to put up with this shit anymore; yet i'm still hangin' around. what the FUCK are you gonna do? you gonna man up & face the fucking music you put on? or are you gonna choke & leave me stranded like you always do? is something gonna be different with us, or am i just getting my hopes up for nothing? you need to figure this shit out; & when you do pray to god i'm still here.