The Raindrops Are Falling Hard Tonight.

call me emo, i dont care.
oh and i've given up trying
to sign in to the bloody messenger.

yeah emo kid, rant.

wtf, i dont like quarrels.
and you know what,
i dont give a shit anymore.

see, there're many things that i appreciate.
i like knowing he's there.
i like him wiping my tears away.
i like him doing all he did for me.
i like him being jealous cos i know he cares.
i like him caring when my skirt's too short.

but i dont like knowing the fact
that i have someone, but this person
was never there when i needed.
i dont like him getting angry over nothing.
i dont like him keeping quiet all of a sudden.
i dont like arguing, it fucking hurts us.
i dont like being tied down and restricted.
i dont like being alone at night with
bloody lightnings and thunders rolling and rolling.

now i tell you what i'd like him to do.
i'd like him to be more attentive.
i'd like him to be more sensitive.
i'd like him to be close when lightnings
and thunders roll thru the night.
i'd like him to understand my needs.
i'd like him to be more considerate.
i'd like him to be there and, do something
when i tell him all my problems.
i'd like him to do lil lil things to make me smile.
i'd like him to want to do what i want to do,
not just go along because i want to do what i want.

all i know is nothing's gonna change.
cos maybe i matter too lil compared
to his games and soccers and friends.

i know myself too well.
im shit stubborn, super self-centered
bloody insensitive, damn unreasonable
fucking rebellious and want it my way all the time.
i know i have my faults each time this happens.
either i too stubborn, or im just being me.

to hell with this emo shit.
im gonna bed. 22:12.
the phone's ringing,
and i dont even care.

rain falls hard tonight.
the thunder rolls on and on.
lightning just keeps flashing nonstop.
and you're not even here honey.