Carrying Your Weight.


You're the neighbor who stays for a night
And doesn't move out for a week.

You eat all the food in my house
And blame me for getting fat.

You commit crime after crime after crime
And I get arrested, tried, convicted.

How is it that it's my fault
For something you forced me to do?

I allowed you into my life, gave you my love
But you repayed it by using me.

I am to blame.

Am I to blame?

I am not the cheap toy you make me to be.
I will not accept your role for me.

I've carried your ball too long.
Time for you to carry it now.

For how long? How should I know?
Maybe forever, since forever is what you gave me.

It's not my weight. It's not my weight.
It's yours, only yours, Goddamn it!

And I refuse to carry it anymore.


Peace,

Scot

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