I'm sick of being there for you
when you need a crying shoulder
and when you need a hand to hold.
I'm too used to being ignored
while your busy with your love
and while you're too happy for me.
I'm worried about turning away
because I won't find you there
and because I can't open myself again.
I'm depressed at the thought
of your relationship's end,
and of ours not existing in reality.
I'm confused when I'm happy
with your attention I crave
and with your kiss on my cheek.
I'm going no where
hesitant to leave lonely
and hesitant to a future alone.
I'm tired you being here
always when you need me
and never when I need you.
