I love you and I need you, even though
I may at times have made you tear your hair!
I set myself apart, but even so
Your presence and your love are always there.
You are my jail cell and ten-ton door
That keeps me from just being who I am.
And so I pound the walls and go to war,
Ramming all the rules that I can ram.
Yet though I must rebel, all the while
I know your love’s the ground on which I stand.
I wait upon the flash of your proud smile
And twist inside at every reprimand.
I’m sorry for the times I’ve caused you pain;
After these brief storms, love will remain.