My head is quietly spinning,
From what I’m meant to be.
Your expectation is too high.
Please look and you will see.
I am being more than fair.
I am walking my own rope.
My job is not to please you,
It is not to give you hope.
I am not here to always smooth your journey.
I have my life to live.
You are asking far too much,
And more than I have to give.
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