Is all I am to you.
Do we not breathe the same air?
Does not blood pump in your veins as in mine?
Don’t the same streams of salty tears flow from our eyes?
Yet you choose to look down on me, and my ways
You close off your hearts and your doors
You snicker and laugh at me and mine
I want you to know
Each and every one of you
That a day will come when I’ll stop trying
When I’ll walk out of here and slam the door behind me
Then, it’ll be too late, to make changes
To regret and weep over what could have been a beautiful friendship, relationship, partnership
The bath water would have been thrown and the baby with it
And I, will have been long gone.