As the chains of love grow heavy,
I begin to realize they are pulled down by your disappointments and exhastion at my inability to be what you expect.
To be what you need.
And as I try to stay standing.
To do what you ask of me.
I feel myself shrinking, weakening.
With only the hope to make you smile,
To make you proud,
keeping me from collapsing under the ever growing weight of these chains.
jotabouts 