How does it feel to do it my way?
What is it that I have to say?
Here you go, come what may.
Here's how I feel day after day.
Everytime I try to go deep,
You cut me off before I speak,
Everytime my emotions seep,
You pull away, week after week.
What is it that makes you fear?
What pain inside do you hold dear?
Let go of it because I need to hear.
So its not the same year after year.
No need for fasad or facade,
No need to pretend how it was made,
Through storms you'll forever wade,
Bound together through the decades.