How do I put this?
Let me see.
When I don't submit to your childish desires,
When I learn to say "no,"
you fall silent.
When I'm not what you want,
when I give you the answer that you didn't expect,
you fall silent.
Whenever I decide not to douse my head in the unwanted love talk that lasts for only a minute,
you fall silent.
Don't do that.
Don't play with my head.
I really try with you,
but, I don't want to surrender, myself.
I'm sure your minuscule habits can be controlled.
If they can't be, however,
you can dance with them
all by yourself.
Don't pull me by my ankles
and take me with you.
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