You say you do, then swear you don’t.
You play the saint, but no, you won’t.
I ask for depth, you skim the skin.
I reach for truth; you just grin.
I need a hand, you need applause.
I bleed for peace, you fight for cause.
I build a home, you bolt the door.
I beg for less, you scream for more.

I say yes, you say no.
You thrive on high, I rot below.
You don’t care, so I go.

You want a stage; I want a life.
You crave the thrill, I crave no knife.
I offer quiet, you want loud.
I want one voice; you need a crowd.
You need the eyes, the constant glare.
I want a soul. You want a stare.
I ache for still, you chase the spin.
I look without, you turn within.

I say yes, you say no.
You sip champagne, I drink woe.
You don’t care, so I go.

You want a servant; I want a mate.
You call it fate, but I call it bait.
You want the win, the upper hand.
I want to breathe, to barely stand.
You want control—my every move.
I want a chance you won’t approve.
You call it “love” with air quotes wide,
But yours is barbed, and gags the tide.

You want the crown, the cheers, the gold.
I want warm hands when I grow old.
You want a trophy, never truth.
I want the mess, the bare, the proof.
You want to shine; I burn to heal.
You want the game. I need what’s real.

Why not? How come?
Pick a path, not some.
You shift the blame, then ask me why
I’m sick of swallowing your lie.
You want the world to chant your name.
I want to vanish from your game.
You want the script, the curtain call.
I want the truth, no mask at all.

You want me less, so you feel more.
You lock the cage, then hate the floor.
You want the best while I feel worse.
You’re the blessing; I’m the curse.

I say yes, you say no.
You get the sun, I get the snow.
You don’t care, so I go.

You draw the line, then paint it blurred.
You speak in echoes. I want words.
You want the rush, the thrill, the chase.
I want a name, a quiet place.
You dance in storms, I drown in rain.
You flirt with joy. I sleep in pain.
You take the spoils, the gleaming prize.
I take the weight and call it “tries.”

I looked for “us.” You looked for “you.”
I saw a chance; you saw right through.
You kissed to take, I kissed to stay.
You found your out. I lost my way.

So hear it now: I say no.
You’ll rise, perhaps, but not on show.
You don’t care? Then let it be.
I was the flower,
You were the bee,
But now I bloom
Where you won’t see.