Everything I do
Everything I say
Even when I feel blue
Trying to keep anger at bay
It's all about you
You think
Everything I do
Has to be all about you
Each word uttered,
Every discussion made
Every single motion
Everything I say...
You wish to think that
It all has to be about you
You want to think that
It is you who brought that smile
upon my lips
You hope to be
the one I'm always worried about
Everything I do
Has to be
all because of you
Am I selfish
for being me?
For tending to flowers
on a hot summer's day
and failing to join you
in your laughter and play?
If so
Then that's the only thing to be
Our relationship is meant to turn gray
I'm failing to meet you everyday
You said I used you
when I told you it's not working
I cannot take up the task
as your one and only,
the one who thinks of you wholly, 24/7
maybe you'll find someone
made in heaven,
but that's not me
I've spelt it clear for you
But you hung on
"Look." you say.
"My love is simply too strong
to let you go"
What else is there for me to do
When everything has to be
all about you?
I told you at the beginning
Never to expect too much
of our fresh relationship
if we aren't meant to be
we can just face facts easily
But on and on you dreamt
Thinking of us marrying even
"You live in a dream
You manufacture illusions"
Maybe it is a fault to share
my happiness with you;
led you to think you're my
one and only source of happiness
You cannot stand the sight of my
unhappy face; everything that goes
right and wrong
has to be all because you.
I seek freedom from unhappiness
I knocked on your door
and asked for assistance
I sought for help
and I received you.
Fooled by your assurance.
Fooled? I used to think of it
as something called "trust".
Promises made out
of thin air
are more barb wire like
than the glittering hopes
we all love to believe in
You trapped me
with your belivable promises
You claimed that you weren't
able to carry out your promises
because I never trusted you
Listen to yourself
dissect, analyze but
too late to edit
you, you, you..
you, who thinks
everything has to be about you
You ignore the real problem
I finally told you
that you're not helping one bit
and my professional doctor cried,
pointed an accusing finger at me,
and said
"You used me."
You, you, you...
I'm sick and tired of you
Fed up with trying to assure
someone else when I can't even
assure myself any more
So do me a favor
And ask yourself
Does everything have to be
all about you?
