it's never
'what should i do'
with you
it's always
'what do i want to do'
and it always has been
even when we were younger
and we played horse
i was always the horse
i was the support
and everyone looked at you
above me,
those stars in your eyes
as i held you up for everyone to admire you
maybe this is how it was always meant to be
maybe this will be forever
but you can't just
choose to **** up a life like this
i can't pick up the pieces if they are too broken
too broken, too strong
too stubborn to be smart about any of this
i don't know how you've survived this long,
cigarette smoke floating out the window like
the way you left the way you used to be
for your new skin
a little too tight, a little too tough
blame it on anyone you want,
blame it on me, your parents, yourself
no one is listening to you anymore.
you've lost all control you've been fighting to keep
for this many years
no one will believe what you say, no one will take your word for it
not anymore
it's my word now, the weight has fallen onto my shoulders
as you are too weak and not willing to keep it
yes, i am chosen now
to be the strong one
the support