Who am I to you?

Am I anything at all…To you?

Do I mean something to you…Or not?

I haven’t heard from you in so long…

So it’s safe to assume that you forgot…

 

Sometimes I really want to hate you…

Like now, I’m nearly there…

It eats me up from inside…

To know how little you care…

 

You’d be fine if we never meet,

Again…

And I’ll be dying from the very thought of it…

And the pain…

 

You used to like the attention…

You used to like being adored…

But somewhere down the line…

I guess you got a little bored…

 

While I struggle with these feelings…

And try to think straight…

You’re probably thinking of someone else…

Or out on a date…

 

Who am I to you?

The answer is not one I want to hear…

But to you I’m nothing…

That’s the only thing that’s clear…

 

 

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