Tuesday, December 09, 2014


I'm tired of making decisions,
I'm tired of it falling on me.
To decide what everyone else
Is having tonight, for tea.

Decisions, decisions.
What shall we do?
Where's shall we go?
How is it that I'm supposed to know!?

I plan the meals, 
I choose the food.
Do you know, someday

When I ask you what you want
Can you not just answer straight?
Do you have to turn it back on me?
Are you afraid you'll make a mistake?

I'm tired of making decisions,
So this is my last one.
You decide what you want to do,
Because, my darlings,


1 comment:

  1. I feel your pain and smiled a little too. My OH drives me mad as he rings to get me to decide on so many things usually when a phone call is the last thing I need. How will they survive if you don't make the decisions?


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