you're never satisfied with what you've got, are you?
you always want more than what you have
you're always asking for better
no matter what good there is
I could be a perfectionist but I still wouldn't be good enough for you
and that ******* ****** me off
you could never forgive me for what I've put you through
even though i had no intention to do any of the things
you blamed me for
I loved you, whole heartedly
I've been trying to be the best, to be there for you
through thick and thin
but that doesn't seem to be enough, does it?
you'd still cut me down even if I was too busy stitching your broken, shattered bits back together.
I don't know what is it that made me want to be a better person for you, to make you happy at all times
I guess it was pity
or guilt
or big words like love
you already knew I was shut out several times
so why'd you shut me out again?
you already knew I needed to be fixed
so why'd you break me down even more?
why'd you have to bring my insides out and flip my stomach over and make my body ache?
you couldn't leave that to Karma?
I've got endless questions in my mind and my problem is that I don't bother to ask, nor talk, or even give a sign of despair
I'm sick to my stomach for thinking you could help me
for having a glimpse of hope once more
you picked me up and swiped the dust off me just so you could throw me back again
sometimes I get the feeling that you've been told many wrong statements, assumptions, like your mind and heart have been turned against me, because I know it wouldn't be just you
or maybe you've been hurt, maybe it's the pain you've endured that has changed you this much
you don't know me, no, you didn't give me the chance to show or tell you how much you truly meant to me
you're gold and you're a keeper and i wish you've stayed that way
I wish it was the other way around
I wish I didn't have to lose so much in so little time
I wish I was writing this with no emotions, just thoughts
you've made me bitter, colder than ever
you've made me walk on broken glass and you've cut my scars wide open
I could curse, and cuss meaningless words at you, but I'd rather not you'll come back when you've got no one around anymore, and maybe that's the way it is
not the way it should be, but the way it is