Why is your opinion the only one that matters?
So stubborn and unreasonable it causes emotional scatter
My wholesome intentions are now twisted and skewed
Is it so hard to sympathize with another point of view?
I can be two things at once rational and empathetic
Couldn't you then be sensible and sympathetic?
You don't understand, but that doesn't make me wrong
My intentions, rationale and viewpoint also belong
Guilty for doing what I feel is right and damned if I don't
You could just be kind and support me, but I know you won't
You say I have a choice, but I know what that means
An order of silent treatment with a side of love liens
If I'm picking battles this is not one I'm fighting to win
The victory with a punishment that doesn't match the sin
Ultimately, it isn't the end of the world if I don't get my way
Respecting my reasons are not black and white, just simply grey
Even if you can't understand the picture to see my play
I'm tired and just trying my best not to take it to the mat
This time couldn't you just respect and trust me anyway
After all these years...
Haven't I earned that?