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I’m overmatched, undermanned. I’m trying hard to understand.
Crushed beneath an ounce of hope and flattened by your heavy hand.
I know you’re giving it your everything. You’re letting me down.
You say she’s gone for the good of all of us and so I should
Be thankful for the life that lies ahead, and be it understood:
That I have everything. Well, everything is letting me down.
You say in love we tend to hide. We lose ourselves. We die inside.
Devotion takes the place of self-reliance; soon will follow pride.
And that is why I cannot listen to you, grandma, not now.
I never lost myself at all. I may have slipped; I didn’t fall.
I never hid. I didn’t die. My pride’s intact. I’m standing tall.
I gave it everything til everything was letting her down.
I don’t know if she understands, or ever will
But I know that we’re better off, and better still:
I hear that she’s laughing more than she had been
So I know that her bitter heart is sweet again
May it put your mind to rest: My worry lies with her. Invest-
-ing all she had in someone so alone is not the healthiest.
Not that I grew, not that I thrived beside a woman so sour.
Oh, I had more to give, I know. I guess I just assumed she’d low-
-er certain expectations given life had flung me too and fro.
And it was all that I could do to stop from shutting right down.
I should have told her, I confess: your bitter heart is such a mess.
In every little drop of blood—an ounce of love; a pound of stress.
She never mentioned I was something that was weighing her down.
I don’t know if she understands, or ever will
But I know that we’re better off, and better still:
I hear that she’s laughing more than she had been
So I know that her bitter heart is sweet again.

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