Maybe you wanted somethings to change.
 And you’ve waited long from the last time I said “ Don’t worry, give it a while, solutions, I shall arrange.”

But sweetie, its my life from within me you take When those decisions aren’t mine to make

And maybe now its time for me to deform 
Not so much, I’m just sick of you failing to appreciate of what I’ve become.

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