It's been almost a week now, and yet you're still everywhere but where you should be.
How can you love someone and don't give a **** about them?
It's not the first time you leave, you've been gone longer, but there's a chance it may be the last one.
You said you loved me, missed me.
But here I am again, running in circles, all alone.
I can't keep doing the job for two, I can't keep doing the work for you.
I may not understand but at least I've tried.
You just left, oblivious if I cried.
You where right,you weren't playing with my feelings.
For to play with something requires affection to the toy.
Which you don't.
I'm not even that for you.