Today is not unlike many other days in my life,
Unfortunately it is a day to me of grief, of strife.
The meaning of the word you want me to act, you cant,
That meaning you dont know, but of it to me you will rant.
Do this, do that, its not right, respect me.
Over and over again.
It is not just my fault, although you blame it on my "stupid action"
Sure, you get me fired up and what else do you expect but a reaction?
The feelings we both have over this are strong,
Only cause we both feel in the wrong.
Do this, do that, its not right, respect me.
Over, and over again.
I sometimes envy those who dont contantly battle this
Because i know for sure, this sort of thing i wouldnt miss.
But we are all given a deck of hard cards at some point in time,
And i suppose that this is just another one of mine.
Do this, do that, its not right, respect me.
Over, and over again.
My adittude over this problem may be sore,
But many times over this i have been hurt to the core.
Do this, do that, its not right, respect me.
Over, and over again.
Im trying.
And you may accuse me of lying.
For that isnt out of character for you,
But honest and true,
Im trying.
Do this, do that, its not right, respect me....
Over, and over again.
Maybe, respect for you would come easier, if you respected me a little.
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