Feeling disappointed.
Feeling certain that this feeling is routine.
The same conversation plays out so typical
Like a yo-yo on a string.
Our back and forths go up and down,
With the same outcome
You want to avoid living your life
And I want to get things done.
This certain disappointment weakens my faith
With every excuse you spit.
But I'm supposed to keep betting coin on you,
And cheer you on as you sit.