What gives you the right,

To treat me like this,

Like I'm a piece of trash, 

To add to your wasteland?

What gives you the right,

To put your wrongs on me, 

To make me carry both my world and yours?

That's okay now,

I know where I stand,

And you know how much you mean to me,

But there is still a question in my head,

Why do I deserve this?

It bothers me every day,.

And keeps me up all night,

I guess I will never know,

And  it will be on my mind forever,

Because I'm holding your head