.
How is it that when you need
something - anything - from me, I run franticly
to your side to aid your desires...But when I just ask for a
little compassion, a little distraction, a little satisfaction.
You look right through my pleading eyes to the person
behind me and seductively say, "Hey, could you do
me a favor?" And that's when I melt inside. I feel
misused, abused and yet I can't wait until I'm
reused. Because I believe that next time,
will be the last time, the final time
when you realize that I might
not come running. Instead
I'll be waiting for you
to miss me by your
side - like I miss
being there.
Someday
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
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How is it that when you need
something - anything - from me, I run franticly
to your side to aid your desires...But when I just ask for a
little compassion, a little distraction, a little satisfaction.
You look right through my pleading eyes to the person
behind me and seductively say, "Hey, could you do
me a favor?" And that's when I melt inside. I feel
misused, abused and yet I can't wait until I'm
reused. Because I believe that next time,
will be the last time, the final time
when you realize that I might
not come running. Instead
I'll be waiting for you
to miss me by your
side - like I miss
being there.
Someday
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