By Yanna

I did not help you, but what could I do?
Sacrifice my self to be good to you?
Crucify myself because I love you?
Give you a pass so your life would move fast?

You demanded a favour without grace
Your command so boldly up in my face
Pouring your problems on me: you’re not shy
Doing the kiss and tell just to get by

Goodbye for good. I’ve done all that I could
Should I cry for your pain and play your game?
You will try again, come back all the same
Complaining of strain and singing my name