Your temper's off its leash again and gone with it your decency
I daren't ever speak again, nor ask what changed so recently.
I ought to only act as though your careless words don't bother me,
With gentleness, some doe-eyed care and every ounce of clemency
Yes, for a problem I know not, because I have telepathy
I'll hear the words you didn't speak because I'm extrasensory.
I'll shoulder all the boulders that you throw, withstand the battery
And never dare to get upset, cus you are you and I am me.
1 thing I've come to understand; cohabitation isn't free
2 words the cheapest I have paid to become your worst enemy
3 days exceed the shelf life of the peace I have when you're with me
4 ways to cope I must attempt so I don't lose my sanity.
But if I try on my worst day to let my mood roam wild and free,
I'll quickly find myself on every bad side in the family
How you expect to be excused in your malaise is far from me
But maybe you're the only one of us allowed to be angry.