But

You’ve just gone out and now I am alone,
But if you’re here or not I’m on my own.
So many times I’ve spoken out the words,
But then you choose not to hear a sound.
You do not see, make special when I’m there,
But I hang on and hope one day you’ll care
enough, give of yourself, fulfil my needs;
But we are like islands with water in between.

Somewhere along the way I feel I’ve lost you,
But feelings are what you hate, I know it’s true.
I’ve grown apart, sought comfort out from strangers,
But I’ve desperately needed to find it here with you.
Always you must show the world perfection,
But at times some things do require correction.
For you, the ostrich head in sand mentality,
But me I need to share with you, reality.

To know that you could understand emotion,
But feelings that ebb and flow just like an ocean
are seen as weak by you, not in control.
But what of me for feelings are my soul?
Who knows what lies ahead just out of sight?
But I will walk alone, find a way towards the light.
It’s too late to find with you what I’m seeking,
But maybe it was never there to find!