You really don't know her like you think you do
Trying to control, things between them differ
She breathes different, a deep breath
You say she's uncomfortable
No, she needs to breathe to live
She talks in different degrees, expressions
Unlike no other, you say, but do you know?
She's very complex, as you, but different
Never to be the same, but with a likeness,
Some common values, tastes, color
But she is not you, and you are not her
Judgement is for one, not for them to judge
So you really don't know her