I have always been one Who says, "Spill it out!" Don't hold it in... Go ahead, screem and shout! Especially to those who Are close to me... A best friend, a brother A lover...you see But sometimes that offer Born with LOVE and such Can get out of hand And hurt you much! See, I have taught many people But mostly my guy To feel free to vent on me Despite reason or why Cause "I love him" and want To be there for his needs To vent all his feelings When with "others" he bleeds... It's a "good" thing is it not? To help soften his lot By bearing the funk Of his daily junk? But then comes the day That what you hear him say Is that "YOU make me sick!" And he picks at you Nicks at you This now stranger... A prick! Criticising almost all that you do! He is VENTING you see... And "I" told him to...Birth sign: Pisces
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