I'll call it

You never get a say so, I don't breathe between my words, I don't care how it affects you, I don't care how much it hurts. You never get your input. You never get your say. I just continue with my say so, for once its gonna be my way. The words just won't stop, nor the thoughts or the feelings, I don't care that your soul is dying, I care little about your healing. I don't care if you're willing to bend, I'm interested in seeing you break. Apology after apology, You admit you made mistakes. That's just not enough for me. I need to know that you're crushed, I want to see you cry and suffer, So I'll continue to push and push. Why am I doing this? Why am I being so cruel? Poetic justice, karma, revenge- bet that never occured to you. So how's this dose of your own? Just about ready to call it quits? It seems I'm still the one talking... save your breath, I'll just call it. -lori antoinette