The ball is in your court.
Will you hit it back?
Or
will you pick the ball up
and walk off the court?

You think you know someone
until
they do everything in their power
to prove you wrong.

And once again all my happiness
relies on you.
You have all the power to break me.
And once you do it,
I hope you build me up
and do it all over.

To me, you're my everything.
But sometimes
I doubt if I'm even
anything to you.

I'm slowly killing myself
trying to get to you.
With each text, I send
with each story, I hope you reply to.
But you never do.

You used to be my everything.
Now we can't even be in the same room.
You can't even look at me.
Yet all I want to do,
is stare at you.
Talk to you till the sunrises.
And never forget you.

He can't even look me in the eye.
He won't even look at me.
He sits there,
5 inches away from me.
Talking to everyone around me.
And he can't even look at me.
Like he doesn't even know me.
Like we are strangers with a history.