No Title.

I dunno what you’re trying to do
I dunno what you’re trying to prove
But listen, make up your mind
‘Cause I dunno if you’re true.

You confuse me everyday
Love me, hate me
I don’t care which
Either fix things, or get out of the way.

I can’t take this stress
Having you would be great
You know it would be
But losing you would be nothing less

Less then losing a pencil
Nothing more, nothing less
But just so you know,
I’m not your stencil

You stencil of who you want me to be
I have my own personality
I don’t live to please you
It’s take long enough for me to see

See that you’re just a pain
You put me down
You’re not a friend
You’re really nothing more to gain.