Sick, sick, sick...
Don't seem to care, don't seem to pay any attention.
Sick of stopping my anger and frustration whenever someone approaches with an excuse. Because they're sick, in pain, happy, euphoric, sad, tired or "in the mood"... Who cares, anyway?
Then duties, duties, duties... Who the hell put me in charge? Why am I supposed to be stronger? (or at least strong enough... why?)
That damn song is right, but come on... lets be reasonable! "I'll be there for youuuu", yes, but just calm down a little! We're like performing dolphins - we'll do our tricks (all magic included), but at some point you'll have to give us the fish. You self-absorbed creatures!!!
(Breathe in, breathe out)
- I want the truth.
- You can't handle the truth! (A few good men)
Relationships can't handle truth and honesty at all times... they just can't...
Secret tears and secret punches...