Mister Missus
You taught me how to conjugate verbs in five languages
You showed me how to find the zeroes in a quadratic equation
Oh, I know what you're thinking
I got it all figured out
I got those straight A's rolling out
On painfully crisp report cards
Dear Mister Missus
When will I learn how to say no to a man?
When will I learn how to balance my checks?
I got those straight A's rolling out
But I'm going no where soon
You taught me who the first twenty presidents were
You showed me which elements make what compounds
Oh, I know what you're thinking
I got it all figured out
I got those applications written out
With your mechanical traps called pens
Dear Mister Missus
When will I learn how to cook for one?
When will I learn how to hold it all in?
I got those applications written out
But I'm going no where soon
I want to learn how to tell my story
I want to show you what I'm capable of
Oh, I know what you're thinking
I got it all figured out
But I don't
I'm lost in this maze you put around me
The teacher doesn't know how to teach the student to learn
Dear Mister Missus
When will I learn how to voice my thoughts?
When will I learn how to teach you something new?
I'm lost, but so are you
And we're going no where soon
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The Darcy Perspective
No one said that you are going to go through life unscathed. You will be hurt. You are going to hate people and people are going to hate you. You will even hate yourself. But those are not good enough reasons to give up. Someone out there loves you and cares about you and it will never be enough for you to love them back. You can’t just be done because your expectations weren’t met. You don’t deserve what you have, and until you understand that, you will never be happy with what you get.
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