It's funny that you take so much away.
It's funny that you don't even care.
It's funny how much you've led me astray.
It's funny how much I'm still not aware.

If it only it was easy.
Then we wouldn't have to pretend.
That you don't make me queasy,
Everytime you and I try to blend.

I wonder how I would've acted,
If I had known,
That you would've extracted,
Every seed I had ever sown.

Maybe I might have been ready,
But then I recall all the lonely days,
In which you made me feel so unsteady.
I should have never looked into your gaze.

I believed you to be so sunny,
And that, my friend, is what's so funny.