I'm going crazy Because I was thinking That just maybe You could change I been complaining Contemplating How I could get away But I'm still here like I must stay You are leeching at my air supply Tugging at my voice box And I know it's because of your age The insecurities won't cease That was the beginning end of my defeat And my energy is depleted So I through my hands up in defeat Ha ha You win Only it isn't funny When You have someone who will chastise and never defend All the while I've been Bowing down Excusing myself Apologizing for stuff All the way backwards I've bent Just to see that snide grin That awful smirk when you're saying I'm sorry over and over and over again No more excuses No more I'm sorry Because apparently we are all sorry and no one has the ***** enough to apologize and follow up with real change I can't be the twenty something year old mom who looks three times her age From the stress and the lies and the promises you've made I need more I want more I Deserve More But I am too tired from waiting all these years to continue to hold on There is not hope here We are the dry season that bears no new fruit We are the plague that destroys all things in its path And I don't want to be a part of the storm that's brewing with you Just give me a chance to age gracefully But with someone who won't take all my joy away from me