I hate to call you, and tell you I'm not okay,
I hate to sit there, and tell you all the things they say,
I hate to be the burden, you must carry around,
I hate to be the one, who is always down
I hate to be the one, who crashes it all,
I hate to be the one, who always has to fall

Fall under their cruel words, and knifelike insults
Fall under their strikes and their cruel ways
To fall under their spell, and not get up for days

I hate to be the one, who is always sad,
I hate to be the one, who always manages to make you mad
I don't want to be a burden,
I'm a problem by myself,
I don't want to be baggage
Or just that useless phone call

But you sit there and listen
And tell me I'm worth it all
You'll sit there and hug me
And tell me that their wrong
You'll cradle my head close,
And hum me my favorite song
You'll bring me up, when they kick me around
You'll hold me tight, and stifle my cries and sound
And no matter what when I get up and look around,
You're always there wearing a smile,
And well dust of our feet, and trek another mile

I want to thank you,
For always being you,
I want to thank you,
For always being true,

And there's nothing I'll cherish more in this world,
Then simply you.

Thanks,
I love you more then anything.


-Vincent-

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