Mr. Hyde

 

I don't need you to buy me things; 

  I need Your Love. 

I need you to listen, 

  but your devil will not. 

I ask you to try tenderness, 

  but a competition is what I got. 

I give you everything I have, 

  But it won't buy me minded manners or romance.  

It won't buy me honor where respect is lost. 

I thought I had been pretty honorable,

  but your story tells such different versions. 

Until I realized, I do all the listening. 

I practice the majority of the patience. 

And you would go on, 

Breaking your back and taking the stress 

 For us, oh yes, for us...

But it has never bought me kindness, except for in sweeping glances. 

And I've just been wondering when it will hit you, 

  the breaking of my heart. 

When will it hurt you? 

When will you care, if not now? 

I know you do, 

But oh how your Carnage comes out. 

My Dr. Jekyll; My Mr. Hyde. 

It is no place for children. 

It is no place for women looking to take shelter. 

I always wanted Love to be a shelter...

As will be until the day I die.