• I'm always bending, to what I think you want.
    But I've bent way too far, and I'm not breaking.
    I may crack and fall to the ground,
    But If I was to break in front of you,
    I'd never hear the end of it.

    Abused and taken advatage of already as it is.

    I've bent so long that I'll permantly be what you exspect,
    not what i feel is right.
    But to be perfectly honest, I don't know which way is best.
    Your way or the way that I feel is best.
    The worse or the better of the too.

    I'm being pulled in both directions.

    But still I'm bending for you, and I'm undecided.
    Home or so called home?
    England or the US?
    Kit or Mom?
    Will the bending ever end or will I finally break and go my own way?

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