You say to me, "I love you." Yet, what exactly do you bring to this dance?
I bought the tickets, paid for the gas to get us here, purchased your dress - all done out of my love for you. You say that you'd help out, but I'm still waiting.
Now that we are here: I'm trying to lead, I'm bringing you drink and food, I'm doing all that I can to make sure you're happy and having a good time. Yet, all you do is complain: the food wasn't what you wanted, the music is too fast, the music is too slow, you want something more but don't know what it is.
My love has its limits. So does my patience. Maybe it's time for us to end this dance before I go broke - financially and emotionally.
