I can't help but wonder
If you ever loved me at all
Which is such an interesting thing
For me to ponder on
Considering the doubt was
Close to always
Directed toward me
Yet somehow here we are
30 weeks and some odd days later
And I still want what's best for you
But you want nothing of me
Perhaps I am being too rash
In my making of assumptions
But quite frankly
If you ever once loved me at all
You would put in the effort
To be civil to me now