Now, all I ever ask for is a little time,
is that truly such a crime?
I don't want to be scheduled in,
pushed and squeezed, made to bend.
I try so hard, to be there for you,
don't you think that you should too?
You tell me you are busy, with work and school and such,
Why do you need to do so much?
You say you like it, I know that this is true,
But it seems to me thats all you do.
What makes you need to fill the day?
What makes you burn your life away?
You make me feel like such a jerk,
Always whining about all your work.
I cannot help but want to be near,
It is so hard, to make this clear.
I don't think you can understand,
How this is all I ever demand.
You are not like me, this I see,
I cannot change how you want to be.
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