As if I am not on the same level ground
You do what you want when I am not around.
I feel like there are some things taken for granted
Like mentioning that maybe you did this or that
Or maybe it was me and not you that I was really mad at.
I see different perspectives, different views
And that is not only the half of it, it’s true
So much that doesn’t suite you and so much for give and take
I reckon I will give, underneath all this weight.
Too much or too little
Not enough but way more than you’d like
Guess you want to give it another thought when you cut out the light.
I am the one left wondering, left trying to replay it in my head
While I lay there, I don’t even know why I went to bed.
Why can’t things be equal, why can’t it be without fuss
Is this the way it must be between us?
This is so far gone, maybe too far to mention
I hate all this undermined intervention.
To wish or to give in
Either way something must begin.
Thank you for reading 🙂