I just make excuses sometimes
To have the chance to let it be known  what you meant.
But you outsmart me with a better excuse.
You might have no idea or care to what length I go through
Or how you fill my sleeping and waking hours.
Whatever the case it does not seem to matter now.
And maybe I should not even feel this way.
However, no reason can outweigh what I feel now
For it is weighing me down.