I'm not so inclined, like you.

I'm not. I'm just me.

Every week, I dread that day.

Every week, I fear for all your expectations.

I no longer looking forward to the day, where there's only you and me.

And you'll use your power to pin me down, where nobody sees.

It sucks.

I don't know how long can I hold before I run out through that door and never return again.