Last stand I know it’s hard to understand, But I’m tired of doing what I’m told. And as much as I like what we have, I must say, it’s getting old. I’m unhappy and pensive, unsure what to do. After all, all I really wanted was you. It’s been two years but it feels like ten. I’m sixteen, I want to feel young again. I panic, I’m nervous, this is far too deep. I’m in, and you know I never learned to swim And of course these memories I know we’ll both keep. But the periodic worry shows this isn’t a whim… Sical thing. But I’m blind, and depending on you, To be perfectly honest you’re not coming through. You never bothered to learn or comprehend The true reason I think our relationship should end.