do i? do i really?
i'm tired of being baited... and of baiting back.
when did you ever hold me? pick me up, and tell me that i was beautiful,
the apple of your eye?
when did you ever tell me that i wasn't an accident?
when did you ever surprise me? play with me? hug me?
you never say that you love me, unless i say it first
you never hug me, unless i hug you first
is this how it is supposed to be?
am i supposed to be straining all of my efforts trying to
impress you?
trying to make you have a reason to say that you care?
is this really working?
does it make you feel better to know that i need your approval
that i would die without it?
that i would try to die without it?
which one of us is the parent?
which one of us, needs to take the initiative?
which one of us, needs to grow up.
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