We Can'T Work It Out

Everytime I bring up the subject We get caught in the loop perpetually It is as if we are frozen in this amber forever forced to relive the same argument time and time again "How could you do this to me?" Opinions matter not Neither does the McCarthy/Lennon credo, "Try to see it my way," There is only our way We cannot see what our eyes perceive As the truth We are occluded from Third Person point of view like a reader who can't quite understand the vocabulary Can't quite comprehend "You said you loved me?" Each step closer toward you Pushes you further away I tiptoe down the hall Hearing your whisper's call I dare not answer Talking is a waste of my time "So you woke up one morning and decided you didn't love me anymore?" The answers are only slightly more painful The questions like a Gordian knot in my heart Here comes the loop, "How could you do this to me?" We are trapped The only way out is to leave this place. By: Joseph DeMarco