Tired of all the fighting,

Tired of all the excuses,

Tired of being tired all of the time;

 

I spend my life broken into a thousand shards of glass

Shards that are swept into different directions,

Never touching,

Never seeing what could be as a whole.

 

You say you want me to respect you,

But you have no respect for me,

You have no time for me;

So I make sure I have no time for you.

Yet you blame me;

You’re always blaming me.

 

If loving you for the rest of my life,

Is what I am supposed to do;

Then kill me.

Thrill me.

But love me too.

 

Everything is my fault,

At least that’s what they say;

But I happen to see it a different way.

If you took a second look at yourself,

The mirror would laugh,

And you would then know that you too are at fault.

But you won’t look.

Your own perfection is too important for you to see,

How you really treat me.