There are many things I want to tell you
Many things you didn’t know
I know I’m not easy to read;
I wish you would’ve tried a little harder.
You gave up on me,
But I’m starting to think
Maybe you never started trying
I was a challenge
Or some sort of game
You got bored of.
There are many many things I would’ve liked to know
From your favorite color to why you had to be this way
I know I’m not easy to read,
But I swear I would’ve written down every detail of my life
If you would’ve asked me to.
Yet I understand where you’re coming from
And you didn’t want to hurt my feelings, because you cared.
How nice of you to tell everyone that I was your biggest mistake.
And how funny to think I believed what you told me
To think perhaps you’re not ‘as bad as you seemed’
Somewhere in that process I felt way too much for you
Don’t you worry, ‘cause I’m not sad
I’m fucking pissed.
Not even at you, but at myself
I guess I lost track of time and senses
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