your heart isn’t really in it, i can’t blame you tho
you don’t see something in me, at least that's what i think so
your heart isn’t really in it, i see you walking on tip toes
i see it’s hard for you to dive in, you can’t even put on a show
i kind of understand although its a hard pill to swallow
i'm not something treasured, i'm the kind you throw
it's silly to say out loud but deep inside i know
i hate that i get it and yes this **** blows
your heart isn’t really in it, i can’t blame you tho
—g. l
i still love you tho