Ever since you said I am ruining your life, and that I am to
blame for the lack of social life you have. I have  been
listening to music I normally wouldn't, and I'm wearing
black. I thought you loved me, I thought I wasn't a burden
but I see now that I am. My once colorful clothes are now
turning into black because of my depression over you, I may
even dye my hair black because I know you wont like it. Even
my emotions are wearing black, because of the way your
treating me. I know you won't change so why should I? I'm
wearing black because I'm asking for help but you don't even
catch on. I'm crying out for you to save us but I guess you
wont, so that's why I'm wearing black.