a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive.

it used to be that he could do no wrong. because it was love i needed. [lovesick dreaming when we first met] but we chose to take that leap of faith. and now, what is mine is his. and vice versa. its that vice versa that kills me. it's been three years now and i still feel like it's just me. but. he adjusted right away and to him, it's us. [you gave me your world with no regrets] my/our/his apartment is a wreck. all the time. there are dirty dishes in the sink. its always a tug-of-war. [no time for tears, no time for tears] we are so disorganized. for some reason, it's okay for me to have all of my "stuff" anywhere i want it, but i will nag him to no end if he has the slightest piece of "junk" on the floor. maybe it's because he chooses to leave his baseball cards all over the place. maybe it's because i am selfish. maybe it's because i am a bitch. but he doesn't complain when i nag him. maybe that is why i can not stop. maybe it's because he won't give me the family and the life that i want. but it's okay. because it's love i wanted most of all. [signs that say to give it up.] i know it will not always be this way. [just tear me down or lift me up. no time for tears, no time for tears] i just have to keep pushing through. no matter how long it takes. no matter how much i have to sacrifice. i can give up the career i wanted. i can give up the big family i wanted. because it's love i want most of all.