i am an island, amidst all this chaos
i am the supplier, you are the earth
salt drying all my rain

i give so you will be free enjoy what giveth to you
what cometh your way
but so many just taketh away just taketh away
sad and lonely and empty
where are your manners child?
28 year old, grown woman
you are not a child.

and i'm angry now
as i always am
the one i wanna be with always seems so far away
though so close
yet so far away
always in the other room.

So, i wait and remember
how i woulda waited forever, but then one day i don't anymore
i get old and i get bored and something else
shiny and new grabs my attention

all the anger you caused me until then floods back in the window
and i'm reminded of what you never gave me
1.2.3.4 times maybe more
and i'm sure it will happen again
when the gleaming new toy promises salvage