It doesn't take much to start us off
I try and talk; but my words aren't heard
My meaning is misunderstood
And you react defensively
Why don't you ask?
The stress of it all makes me fall
Into a mess, a heap on the floor
I want to scream and pull my hair
I want to curse and swear
But what good would it do?
The frustration of this situation
Is growing every day
And I sit alone wondering
If you are too far away
Will you ever come back?
I have tried to talk with you
But, here we are
And now I try to resolve these things
On our last day
What decision will you make?
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