We have our differences -
You won't speak,
I'll be rude,
Too straightforward,
And you anger too soon.
Many little problems,
Little things left unsaid.
Acting like a mother out of care,
Acting like a teenager in despair,
It's both of us and we leave it unsaid.
Maybe we aren't what we used to be,
Maybe not so much close as once was,
Maybe we went away and in between
Even became strangers for a while.
But we're still here,
Still in each other's life,
A pain-in-the-ass,
Yet hopefully a lovable one -
Come whatever may,
If you need a last resort,
It's there.
I'm here, I got your back,
Just as I know you have mine.
Love you.
Happy birthday :)
