She always gets the best.
She is the queen.
She gets to choose.
She gets to ask.
She gets to demand.
She gets to complain.
She can come and go anytime.
She is in control.
I have to accept whatever I don't want, whatever I dont like.
I take the leftovers.
I am nobody.
I don't have a choice.
I can't ask.
I have a dead end.
I swallow my complaints.
I hide all the time.
I am out of control.
She gets anything. I lose everything.
Now tell me what love is.
And tell me how to love.
Come tell me what pain is.
And tell me how to solve.
