About the stupid little things that drive us both crazy.
I scream and I yell, and I just want to punch you, my fist clenched with anger.
I want to be right. I want to be wrong.
I don't know what I want anymore.
I want to hate you so much when you break my promises or say something stupid.
But, with a face like yours who could?
I get mad, and then I look at you again one more time.
I look at your face that looks afraid, and scared.
I come to my senses that this was my fault, and I putt his fight into play.
I look at you and apologize.
I'm so sorry.
We'll fight. It's only normal.
But, I'm always here.
Always.
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