I’m tired of getting jerked around.
I’ve been hurt—
and it seems like the harder I try the more I feel misunderstood.
I’m done… I’m just done with it all.
I need you to stay.
I want to… but I can’t.
This isn’t my home anymore.
It doesn’t fit right anymore.
That’s because you’ve changed… you’ve grown.
Nothing fits right after you grow.
I don’t feel like I’ve changed.
You’ve seen more/you know more
you’ve had to endure and forgive more
it has all taken its toll—and you paid the price.
Yes my child… you’ve changed.
Be glad for it.
But I can’t do it anymore… I can’t walk this road one step further.
Oh, prolly you can… I have faith in you.
You’ve never let me down before—
the question is: do you have faith in me?
Question of the day: Can you be faithful?