You bend over backwards for someone, and do everything you can to barely get a thing in return. I find myself tired of being alone and fighting for no reason. You like the attention you get from others. But I like the attention I get from you. I guess that’s where were different. I’d like to say you’ll be sorry when I’m gone, that you’ll miss me, but I know you won’t.
And if you love me, then you sure as hell better start showing it.