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I dont think you even care.
At the end of the day, it is I who initiates the apology.
It is I who take the first step, makes the first move.
Maybe I shouldn't anymore.

Yeah whatever I do is always an eye-sore to you.
Do you even know how hard I tried to change my ways but people can't change overnight.
And people are usually unchangeable.
It's amazing how you take my words and morph it into something crude.
Just to let you know that I did try.
You say that I look at you with lots of hatred.
Well I don't, I don't know what you see.
I really don't hate you, not even after all the things you do to me.
When people are around, you can just totally pretend that nothing ever happened.
But I can't okay. I can't just pretend to be okay when you want things to look like it's okay.
I'm not like some bin that doesn't need to be emptied.
You can hurl all your insults at me, tell me how much I suck, tell me all my shortcomings.
But at some point in time, I will blow my top and be angry.
Been trying to get you to at least understand but all you see are all what you think.
Your points-of-views. Your thoughts. What you did. What you do. Your actions. What you say.
I have my own thoughts and stuff. Not only yours exists.
I can't change all my actions, my words, my attitude, my personality so that it would suit your kind of behaviour.
We have to compromise and adjust. It takes two hands to clap, I can't be the only one hand clapping.
You have to do your part too to make things work out. But you aren't.
Our personalities are world apart maybe that's why we always end up arguing.
It just doesn't work.
I tried. To change how I behave to suit you. But you always pick on all the other things.
What I do is not enough and will never be.
I try to talk it out. To tell you how I feel about it and instead of listening and doing what you can on your part,
You twist all my words into stuff that I never ever said. Never ever felt.
Sigh I really don't know what to do about it.
And sometimes I get violent I know. That's probably my way of venting anger.
You asked me to stop and talk nicely. Isn't that what I've always been doing since day one but have you ever listened.

I can change maybe, the whole world can.
But you can't. And you will never.

I dont think you even care.
At the end of the day, it is I who initiates the apology.
It is I who take the first step, makes the first move.
Maybe I shouldn't anymore.

Yeah whatever I do is always an eye-sore to you.
Do you even know how hard I tried to change my ways but people can't change overnight.
And people are usually unchangeable.
It's amazing how you take my words and morph it into something crude.
Just to let you know that I did try.
You say that I look at you with lots of hatred.
Well I don't, I don't know what you see.
I really don't hate you, not even after all the things you do to me.
When people are around, you can just totally pretend that nothing ever happened.
But I can't okay. I can't just pretend to be okay when you want things to look like it's okay.
I'm not like some bin that doesn't need to be emptied.
You can hurl all your insults at me, tell me how much I suck, tell me all my shortcomings.
But at some point in time, I will blow my top and be angry.
Been trying to get you to at least understand but all you see are all what you think.
Your points-of-views. Your thoughts. What you did. What you do. Your actions. What you say.
I have my own thoughts and stuff. Not only yours exists.
I can't change all my actions, my words, my attitude, my personality so that it would suit your kind of behaviour.
We have to compromise and adjust. It takes two hands to clap, I can't be the only one hand clapping.
You have to do your part too to make things work out. But you aren't.
Our personalities are world apart maybe that's why we always end up arguing.
It just doesn't work.
I tried. To change how I behave to suit you. But you always pick on all the other things.
What I do is not enough and will never be.
I try to talk it out. To tell you how I feel about it and instead of listening and doing what you can on your part,
You twist all my words into stuff that I never ever said. Never ever felt.
Sigh I really don't know what to do about it.
And sometimes I get violent I know. That's probably my way of venting anger.
You asked me to stop and talk nicely. Isn't that what I've always been doing since day one but have you ever listened.

I can change maybe, the whole world can.
But you can't. And you will never.