For fourteen years I have listened to your shouting...

...yet you say it's out of love.
    
     "Do this! Do that! No no no its all wrong!" You say.

   Little do you know that she'll do anything just to make you smile!

  Even I can tell that it's been missing for quite a while...

...but maybe you like it this way.
      
    Maybe you like it when your voice reaches a higher octave.
  
     Maybe you like the damage caused by the words you've been spouting!

You've shouted for fourteen years and I'm tempted to show you the door

...because I fear you'll scream for fourteen more.