Unless it’s me that’s the coward
But here I poured my naïve and innocent heart
Out to you and you let me
Without a word about how you
Really had those whispers behind my back
And they tore at me when you were nowhere
To be seen.
Don’t you see it? How you tear me apart?
And you don’t care
Because you’re happy.
But I’m not happy and I like it better when
you’re not here.
And I’m alone again
Like a word we don’t say
Talking around it.
You and me and him.
But I don’t care.
The hurt is with you.
The hurt is with me.
I feel that maybe you should let me go
Because I don’t want your company anymore
I enjoy you less than before
And I’d rather I was half way around the world
Than in this room.
But you say you want me when you don’t.
For what reason?
Isn’t that just selfish, too?
I’m doing all the work
Tired of pulling teeth.
Tired of just beginning.
