It’s not as bad as you make out.
My life’s been put on hold.
Now all day long you scream and shout.
You make me feel so old.
I don’t believe you wanted this.
Don’t make me doubt myself.
I thought we’d live our lives in bliss.
You’re messing with my health.
“Why can’t we work this out?”, you ask
Take note of what you say.
You hide yourself behind your mask.
You prove my point each day.
But time is short and life is cruel.
Why waste your breath on me?
You make me act like such a fool.
What is it that you see?

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