Rainb0wBriteSpritee

I must be a needle, you keep stringing me along. You tell me I'm beautiful... You write me a song. But then you take my heart, and shattered it beyond repair. And the words "I love you" are supposed to make it fair? All that's left is time. Will things end up right? Or will you string me along 'til I'm out of sight? I AM THE NEEDLE.

Sure, I hurt you. And  I am sorry. But when you hurt me, it doesn't matter? Why should I be kind? No matter how 'big' or 'small' the things you said were, they hurt, and that should be enough. People seem to forget they tell me many of things. That I could easily use against them. But, nevertheless, I wouldn't. Because I'm not spiteful, unlike many of people. I try to make everyone happy, telling them what they want to hear. And people should know that by now. I don't mean everything I say. It's mostly girls I'm having trouble with. You're having problems with me..but you knew everything from day one. And if you don't like the way I