Easy
by Harold MillicanEasy
Sometimes I think to myself that I am too easy
Too sensitive, too little,
Too forever late
Easy to disappoint
Easy to frustrate
Im just too easy
Too loving, Too caring
I care too much for the people that constantly hurt me easily
Im too easy, too lean
Too mean at the wrong times
Im too hard to please
To nagging, and too fretful
Like a stagnant disease
But Im too sorry
Because Ive been so hurt that its all I know
So thats why I am a merry me
Either too depressed or too happy
Easy
01/13/2008