Just tell me, how many times has it been? From listening to you to actually stepping in the way and preventing you from reaching the other side. I've tried. How many late night mornings did we spend on the sofa talking? How many times did we argue because you wouldn't put the glass down? I'm tired. You're hurt, you struggle and yet here I am; taking your anger to try and shoulder some of your pain. You reject me. How many more times must I step out to the frost of nature and come find you? How many more times will you weep as I carry you home? You use me. How many more lies do I have to tell to save your pride? How many more till I break mine? You lied to me. I want to give you the love and support you deserve but you demand more than just me. I'm not enough. I feel so distant because of this. I feel so numb that I'm now use to you. This is okay. I'll step forward so you don't have to. So you won't need to anymore.