It's 1 in the morning
And I can't sleep
Because I'm finally realizing
You never cared about me

You used me
Just like everyone else
I'm everyone's best friend
Only when convenient for them

You're bailing and flaking
Not seeing me crying and shaking
I don't know what I did
But I'm ******* tired of it.

I'm sick of never going anywhere
Because I'm stuck being
A footstool and doormat
Hardwood, and carpet.

I'm your couches and chairs.
You take what you want
Then leave me there
Call me crazy, but how is that fair?