Sometimes you know when you push me so hard to do things or tell me how to do things. I don’t know how I feel or say on my own because you almost lead me to doubt that I can feel at all; like I’m a puppet of strings, and you’re just moving me about at all different angles.
It’s not as though that I always listen but there’s so much I don’t want to hear anymore. If you just listen to me and understand that I’ll never be who you want me to be. Yet I know that all you’re asking for is a little place in my heart but you shown me how to protect myself from heart break so I don’t find it easy to give.
Maybe I get a little selfish sometimes which is a good thing that I’ve been told. So why shouldn’t I? I use to say “I love you?” Let me ask you would it make a difference this time around?
And who am I to tell you that I would never let you down. When there’s no one else that could love you half as much as I do now. Who am I to tell you that I’ll always catch you when you fall. Well I, I wouldn’t be myself at all if it wasn’t for you to stand up to my parents strong beliefs I wouldn’t be myself at all.
I didn’t want to do what everybody does and hide the truth to find that we never knew a thing about love. Just me and you this real life, real love and knowing what it comes down too. If I chose you or my parents beliefs. I know who I’ll pick.
I will always choose you.
Written By Lizzy Johnson
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