Quit smoking weed, you know I hate it but you don't even care about how I feel. Actually show you give 2 shits about me once in a while coz it aint going unnoticed and I am not gonna put up with it for much longer even though I love you, indeed, that's the only thing keeping me from throwing your stuff out of the door.
You say to me "karma must hate me, bad things happen to me all the time, I don't know what I did to deserve such bad luck" and at first I too wondered, now I can see, karma does hate you coz you're not a very nice person and you rightfully deserve the bad things that happen to you until you realize what you do to others and change for the better.
But that said, I have seen your gentle side, your caring side, covered up by this hard bitchy exterior just trying to get out, let it out for once and maybe I'll stick around.