I love how you make a fire for me,
I love how you pay attention to me and listen,
Our talks, our connection, it's just so right.
But I am also not your daughter,
You don't need to lecture me,
Or control me.
I know what I need to do in my life,
Your secret reality for me about my life,
Isn't for me, my life is my own.
I see that you care,
But you're choking me under your expectations.
I find myself caught in the middle of your circle.
I want to get out but I see rules and guilt for not doing it right.
This way, that way, I get frustrated.
I am fine just the way I am,
As we got to know each other, I thought we understood that,
I don't need to be fixed, or analyzed,
I need a friend; I need a lover; I need you.
But I can't be something else to you, I can only be me.
You tell me I used to be different, and that hurts.
It takes time to open up you know,
It takes time to trust and get to a deeper level.
I exposed myself in ways I never thought I could,
I shared parts deeply hidden.
And I can't understand why that seems to offend you.
Maybe that's why I clammed up for so long.
I just didn't know how to open up and be free with you.
You are older than me and I felt intimidated and awe struck.
It's not that I'm too young, but maybe too full of my own self prophesy.
I see how delicate expectations can be.
I see the desire to love me in your eyes,
I can also see the sparkle of anger in them when I don't do something right.
Sometimes I see how you catch yourself before exploding.
Thank God we are not married.
What a scary expectation that would be.