Even red roses withered and turns to black when dried
Even candles run out of wick
Even people run out of steps to walk on
But you never run out of emotions—angry of petty reasons
Making a big deal out of it
I am so tired from all of this drama
I never even signed up for this
I never even subscribed on it
But why does it keep messing up with me?
Shut the **** up. But nah. You never listen to me anyway.
So, thank you for this opportunity you gave me, and let me label you as the Karen of our family.