We talk, we laugh, we look;
We love, we sigh.  We say our goodbyes.
They said we were too different to work,
To alike more like.
One acting as the shadow for the other
It’s not nice.

We sleep, we fight;
I might leave you if you don’t stop it.
Never knowing what I want
You should do, that’s your job.
Staring at me with that vacant glare
It’s not right.

Then you always were at a loss
Being a man and all;
Hoping for some guidance, wanting me
To give instructions on how I should be loved.
Here it is –
I’m leaving this party; you can find your own way home.