Numb.

We argue and fight.

Morning and all night.

It's like it never stops, 

and when we decide to put it all behind

it always looks as though we hit rewind.

I feel it's jealousy from you to say those things to me. 

How dare you say,

"You don't even need that, you just wanted it"

"You have never been through what I have been"

" You expect me to keep my family apart just like you did?"

Love used to fill your head, now I was wishing I was dead.

Not only did I fear of showing you my needs,

and you insisting it was greed.

I have not gone through your loss of identity, 

but just because I push to create mine doesn't mean you can get out of line.

We've both ben through similar situations, the thing is you never open enough to hear my stories and realize how much we really do know what it feels like to have a shitty life.

You want me as a wife, yet when we talk about family it's always yours first or you forcing to make one of your own.

My dreams have been spoken, over and over.

You just don't seem to listen or care. 

Seems like all you want is to see the kinds of underwear I have.

Sex is great but when there's a balance of lust and love.

You just want the lust and I want the love,

I guess this constant battle keeps canceling me out 

because I am too selfish to push you out.

Out of my life, 

out of my memories,

out of my dreams.

You and I make me numb.

I can't feel much delight as I used to.

All because you and I 

was my suppose to.