Well you got it alright,
and you've over taken me,
to the point where I look like I'm not moving,
I'm just something of the past now,
no authority,
not good enough,
out of work,
failing education,
can't look after you,
I just weigh you down,
and cling on for dear life,
hoping you won't change,
as rapidly as you're progressing,
don't know weather my once strong words,
mean anything any more,
I'm worried that I'll be left crawling behind,
I have a question to ask you in a few months time,
I don't think it's the obvious question,
but I don't think I can ask you now,
because I don't want to ruin your life,
I pray it's not to late by then,
I hope your not to independent for me by that point,
If you say yes I would be able to breath,
and if you say no,
I'm not sure I can.