You don’t know what it’s like to be with you, the hurt and the hatred surrounding us two.

Growing up you were the shoulder to cry on, now if I ever need you, you never even have your phone on.

Emotions run high, so do our voices. What really scares me are your lasting life choices.

We take trips, get dinner, have good conversation, but you do you ever listen to what I'm conversating?

When I was little, I'd fall and scrape my knee. You'd come running and my heart would fill with glee.

Now when I need someone to talk to, you're never there for me to turn to.

Sure, there are days where I let your harsh words slip by, but that doesn’t mean, on the inside, your words don’t make me break down and cry.

I try to smile and play the part of what you expect, but after so many times of being hurt, every mean word, harsh look, and everything else you do feel like a deep threat.

I know you’re doing what you think is best for you, the way you live your life and all, well, that’s only good for you.

Your life is different than mine. You get through things with the help of your friends, great conversations, a glass of red wine.

It’s different for me, you see, whenever I open up to people. All the time I just get laughed at, picked on and teased.

Always have you been a big part of my life, but how can I allow that when all you do is cause so much strife.

You see, you hear, you scowl and charge. In the end, it breaks my heart, the pieces, so large.

I deal, I breathe, I sob and I wonder, how could someone who says they love me so much cause a storm within me that erupts so much thunder.

The good days come, that's a fact, but when the bad days come, it hits me like a slap.

You say things you don't mean, those are the things that sting. You expect those words to be brushed off by a feather of a wing.

Good days we will share, bad days we will have as well. Those bad days, let me tell you, those are a living hell.

I allow you to do your thing because you’re your own person whom of which in their life knows how to handle everything.

I do my best to make you smile, I do, but in the end, it makes my heart just become more and more in denial.

Your life is yours and my life is mine, All I wish is that our love could intertwine.

Our days are different, that's for sure. Maybe one day they will cross course.

Someone once said that sometimes you have to be scared because that means you have something to lose, but one day you might come around and there will be no me to lose.

You handle your life and I will handle mine.

All we need is a little bit of time.