I don't know why I'm still waiting.
It's clear to me that you aren't interested anymore…
So why am I still holding to that last thread of hope?
Why can't I move on,
improve,
be happy?
It seems like you have.
Everyday,
I fight back the urge to call you or visit you
telling myself that if you wanted to talk to me, you would.
I’ve tried treating you the way you've been treating me. I think to myself,
"What if this time, I don't say 'hi' first?
What if this time, I don't call you back?
What if this time, I leave you wondering?
What if this time, you're the one left feeling completely screwed over?"
So I try it for a while…
Sometimes I get the feeling
that you will never make the effort,
that you will never call
that you will never care
that you will never miss me
so I break down and I call you.
And you greet me like you’ve missed me
And you treat me like you like me
And you make plans with me
But they never happen.
You’re promises are just lies
Tied up in pretty bows
And.
I.
Can’t.
Trust.
You.