at the end of the day, it boils down to this.

who am I?
What are my fucking rights?

And do you tell us the same bloody things?

do you come to me only when you are on the rocks with him?
if we hit a rough patch, will you go back to him?
do i have the right to say I dont want that?

why can't i call you anytime i like?
why must i consider whether you're with him?
why must i make myself the secondary option?
why can't i lift my head?

What is the line? WHY is there a line?

How much concern can i show you?
How much can i miss you?
when you say you're falling sick, how much can i say?
how much should i hold back?
how much can i trust you?

what can I get upset about?
what do I not get upset about?

what can i ask of you?
what should i not ask?

What can i expect of you?
what should you expect of me?

What can I share with you?
What should I not?

Because one minute you're making me feel like the king of the world.
the next I'm an aimless wanderer.

why are you deflating my ego like that?
why am I letting you do it?
is this all just a game to you?

can you not see the struggle?
can you not hear the whispers?

if you shush one minute,

can you hear yourself mocking me?