Stop changing the subject,
Did you ever come to think it affects me?
Not only me, but the true person you think you see.
I say things.. wanting you to fucking pay attention
Pay attention to everything I want to say
Maybe their is more hidden in the words;
Do you see the hate?
I hate for people to keep changing the subject
For all the words I may not say
Come on, the cling of lines, the words of fate;
come on bind me to the wall
Stop Changing the subject
It's what affects me most of all
I dont say the un-important
The important of the noticed
Stop changing the fucking subject
Maybe their is more hidden in words.
don't you hate it when you're trying to tell someone something important, and they completely miss it? this is a really good poem, i feel like this all the time. well written.
I know how you feel! LOL Perfect!