Why do I keep coming back to you
Even though you always make me blue?
Why do I even care what your thoughts are
When u don’t bother to even spare me a glance from afar?
I always seem so eager to please you, like a moth drawn to flame
Im attached and youre to blame.
I don’t think ill ever be the same, not right not, not ever again.
I know your thoughts now, predictable as ever. Banging on tables, is that your measure?
You are the reason im not mentally stable. yet, to let go of you, of that im not able.
But im the reason too. Because even though its torture, I still let you let me be blue.