The end of the line don't end in tears,
Because my eyes have dried over the last few years,
I'm sure you don't see me anymore,
You hate the things that you loved before,
Correcting me, infecting me with an ideal,
I'll give, you take, you see how it feels.
The same reaction always has a different reason,
I do what I can, but you act like I've committed treason,
It's the season for growth and to see what we'll discover,
For you and me both, my friend, my lover,
Alone we'll stand to see what we can uncover,
But I'll love you still in a way like no other.
Things evolve and variables affect,
It had to get real, I mean what did you expect,
That I would be your idea of perfect,
No I get even more human, the closer you inspect.
About being exhausted with the same stuff repeating itself and moving forward