maybe i’m wrong.
maybe it’s wrong.
maybe i shouldn’t be pissed off,
maybe i’m being childish,
maybe i shouldn’t mind being treated like shit
when i thought i was a friend in the first place,
maybe i’m wrong,
maybe no one wants to understand,
or maybe i don’t understand,
maybe it will pass,
and maybe not,
maybe i will forgive,
as usual,
and maybe not, this time,
maybe i’m tired of being nice no matter what,
maybe i’m tired of being jerked around,
maybe it’s just me,
maybe i’m too sensitive,
maybe i’m too demanding,
maybe i expect too much,
maybe i shouldn’t expect people to give their best
like i’m trying to do,

maybe i’m wrong,
maybe only being a selfish brat is paying off these days,
maybe i shouldn’t wait for apologies that won’t ever come,
maybe i’ve wasted enough time already,
maybe i’m dumb,
maybe people who can’t meet my expectations can just go fuck themselves,
maybe my standards are too high,
so maybe i shouldn’t be disappointed after all.

yeah, maybe.
and maybe it isn’t my fault that people just suck…
go figure.