Everytime I feel okay about you,
you make your way back to me.
You left.
You left.
So why do you keep coming back,
only long enough to set me off balance?
My two A.M.,
my puppy, my Friday,
my love, my peace,
my everything.
My Best.
You built me up to let me down,
so must you return?
Must you kick me on the ground?
I miss you.
I love you.
I need you.
But stop coming around
and letting me hope
that this time you might
stay.
Again, you looked so good. Why am I no longer important?
I love you, and you say you love me... what game are you playing?