I'm not sure what to do on these lonesome nights
When you won't notice me, or even acknowledge my very existence
I try to convince myself that you have a logical reason why
But I fail to see it each time I'm able to make any form of contact with you
"Let me know if I'm ever bothering you, I always feel as though I am."
"Nah, that's impossible. You don't annoy nor bother me."
I believe you, I truly do
Up until you resume ignoring me
On these bitter lonesome nights
Ah.. I suppose I'm venting, yet again.