You lie to me;
You lie about me;
You lie about me to me.
It's okay for you to scream in my face
When I do anything that displeases you.
It's okay for you to twist my words,
Make things up,
But when I say things that actually happened,
Or get upset about things you started,
Then I'm the bad one.
I'm "making things up" when I say things that are true.
It's okay for you to say what you do,
But when I repeat it word for word,
Then suddenly it's wrong.
And then you wonder why
I don't want to talk
When there's nothing to discuss,
Since you wouldn't talk to me,
Only at me,
Even in the best of situations.