your heart isn’t really in it, i can’t blame you tho

you don’t see something in me, at least that's what i think so

your heart isn’t really in it, i see you walking on tip toes

i see it’s hard for you to dive in, you can’t even put on a show

i kind of understand although its a hard pill to swallow

i'm not something treasured, i'm the kind you throw

it's silly to say out loud but deep inside i know

i hate that i get it and yes this **** blows

your heart isn’t really in it, i can’t blame you tho
—g. l