We have good days,
We have bad days,
Sometimes I wish I never knew you,
Wouldn’t have to wonder why you never call,
Why you never extend an invitation my way,
You’re untraditional,
And selfish, it’s on your circumstances,
I’m always lending myself out to you,
Giving you everything I wish you’d return,
With no prevail, I’m still lost here,
Where’s the trust, where’s the truth,
It doesn’t mean anything,
You shut all signs of visible emotions out,
I take the wear of your weight crushing me,
Your pretentious persona,
And my inability to turn away.