Broken Rule

To think I could step on toes with careless prose,
I'm not that stupid.
And I think I'd be safe and sound if I avoid the sound,
and I refuse to move.
Everything to you was a broken rule,
that you define with expectation.
Everything to you was a broken rule,
and you don't seem to understand me.

In the first place I feel ignored, and
growing bored with all your pretense.
And in the next place I chew my pride, and
crawl inside of your enlightened world.
Everything to you is a broken rule,
a telling sign of your frustration.
Everything to you is a broken rule,
Stick to yours, and I will stick to mine.
It's hard to keep in line with your
everchanging views,
when your face shows all the signs of your disapproval.
I don't prepare that well,
I almost find it so distasteful,
but I pretend that I don't really mind.

I believe that I've found my way, but you
persuade that I'm uncertain.
And the next thing I know is I can't keep my
mind in line I'm feeling torn in two.
Everything to you is a broken rule,
and I'm confined by expectation.
Everything to you is a broken rule,
Stick to yours, and I will stick to mine.
It's hard to keep in line with your
everchanging views,
when your face shows all the signs of your disapproval.
I don't prepare that well,
I almost find it so distasteful,
but I pretend that I don't really mind.

And I find, I'd love to free from you. But I find...
But I find, that I still cling to you.