I complain a lot I know,
But I love you still no matter what,
It doesn't mean you can't hurt me,
If anything you can hurt me more,
I try not to whine,
Although some things are so obvious for all to see,
You try, I'm aware,
That doesn't mean that you always show you care,
It's little things you do,
Like blowing me off for your friends,
You see them all the time,
So tell me when do I get mine?
Your friends mean a lot,
I love them too,
But why can't I have alone time with you?
Your busy all weekend,
Busy all through the week,
When is it I'm suppose to see you?
Your going to be leaving,
Will things just get worse?
Tell me... what exactly am I worth?
Am I worth a day out with your friends?
Am I worth a day off work?
How will you see me,
When you're nothing but busy?
