Somedays I know I care more than you.
Someways I hate how much I love too.
One day I may just leave you behind,
Some days I think I'm losing my mind.
Sometimes you treat me like a trophy.
A fight to obtain but now too easy.
Those days you come home and refuse to speak,
But I never stop talking, showing my heart is weak.
The little things are now no more.
My little things must be a bore.
I know I don't make you most happy.
I know you think I'm far too sappy.
You never tell me I've done something wrong,
Either way, it becomes clear I don't belong.
I just wish that our love was the same,
Instead, I'm alone in this "love me" game.
Maybe I am too high maintenance,
Been broken down to your complacence.
Perhaps some things don't get better with age.
I'll make my role "the" role on stage.
This stage is life.
Make performance of strife.
Win academy awards
Out of backstabbing words.
But shine with that smile,
Always go the extra mile.
Even if your love you won't show,
Mine will always be something you know.
And with or without you, it'll grow.
I'll clearly never stop begging for your undivided attention.
Forever chained between a Heaven and Hell suspension.