If you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
Your criticism boils the blood in my veins
I have to bite my lip and yank my reigns
to stop myself from unleashing a tirade
to match your raining on my my parade
You ask for the world and then want more
you bring all of your rubbish to my door
I try and give you everything you want and need
but you don’t give me a chance to even breathe
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