of course you wont say anything to me
because youre not the kind of person,
running after them to forgive,
of the careless words you type
behind your computer screen.

You stab me in the back with a knife,
and I apologize for bleeding on it.

People like you
always run out of time
For people like me.
I'm wretched,
I'm sick.
I'm never good enough for
Anything good.

It's impossible to know a person
Really, truly know them
Until you have a conversation at 2AM
Right before you fall asleep
The most human you can be,
There's no wrong or right
Just words filling the silence
Let me see your insecurities,
Your dreams,
Tell me things about you
That I wouldn't know
Remind me I'm not the only person
With problems and that
No one's exempt from suffering
I want to hear it all
Your heart and mind
There's no better time
For a lobotomy
No better time
To not be alone
I'm glad we got to philosophize
Because you don't really, truly
Know someone
Until you converse at 2AM
And it was a pleasure to meet
2AM you

Why do i always do this,
i always seem to be that one,
who try a little too hard,
for people who would only put half the effort in.

Well dont try anyways,
because no matter what,
youre never good enough
at the end of the day.