What is it about me?
Could it be that I’m wearing a sign?
Telling others that I’d prefer to be
a fixture for them who’s temporary
to completely waste my time.

I’m beginning to see a pattern
One that I cannot seem to break.
Although I’m unsure how the whole thing started
It seems as if I’m doomed to restart it
Only to be left broken hearted
Wondering what I’d done wrong.

If only someone would tell me
What it is that I’ve done
I promise I won’t react defensively
Understanding the gravity
Of what your courtesy extends.

It would help me to end this war
This struggle to find an end.
To finally obtain that priceless reward,
The Daddy who will help me to mend.