A Thousand Years

I have been keeping in all my frustrations and disappointments, all bottled up. Maybe I've reached my limit, I didnt know what triggered my insane mood last night but I realised I meant every word I said. I am just so sick of being used and yet, treated less than what I deserve. You keep on saying that you're just 18 well fuck it man, last time I checked I just turned 17 two months ago and I'm not complaining, am I? No one, I repeat, no one has ever treated me that way. I used to believe that someday, things may be different and you'll change but that was just me denying reality. You, my love, will never change.