For Chris

I wrote this for Chris.
I guess I was wrong.
Who could have guessed?
I knew all along.

I'm always wrong,
And you're always right,
So I'll listen to you
And not put up a fight.

If you say I love you,
I guess that I do.
If you say you want me,
Then I want you too.

I can't think for myself,
It's all been your choice,
You have to speak through me,
For I have no voice.

I don't know what I say,
But you, of course, do.
You tell me to say things,
But I say we're through.

You tell me I'm wrong,
I agree that I am.
For you know best,
I don't think I can.

I can't have the freedom,
Like everyone does.
You have to speak for me.
I'm mute because

When I say things my way,
It's not what I mean.
Then you say it's right.
I'm not heard, only seen.

So if you say I need you
Like grass needs the rain,
My voice will be silent
And I won't complain.

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