I see you, but do you see me?
I'm focused on your every move.
Seeing you isn't easy, but somehow I'll make it through.
The memories I have of you, nothing short of contorted.
The picture in my head has been altered and distorted.
It's sort of like a seether and the temp is off the meter.
The tension, it just rises and I'm sweating like a fever.
I neither love you nor despise you.
Ridden with the lies you told and the lie you left
Try as I might, I'd rather just assume to not forget.
This concept of my attempt for your attention has been a loss at my expense.
I made the mess and paid the cost and tried to give you my defense.
I made amends and went against my own common sense.
I told you all I wanted in return was just for us to remain friends.
But, yet again, you played with my emotions.
Your silence is a stab at me and shatters all the notions
that you were someone drowning in an ocean of resentment.
I don't regret it, not one moment that I wasted trying to get you to see
that somewhere deep down is a decent human being in me.
Now, do you see what your cruelty is doing to me?
Probably not, because you never even bothered to read.
All these things that I wrote, most of them were about you.
What else can I do? I keep giving you little clues, but you just don't care.
So, why do I? Why do I even try? Why do I even bother to share with you my pain?
Do I have to state your name to make you realize
that I am not so gullible and I will not be despised?
I see the disguise that you hide behind. I may have crossed the line,
but you made the gesture. So, just you remember that when the day comes when you decide
that you want to finally face me, I may not be so kind,
because you betrayed me and if you hate me, that's fine.
Just be honest next time. I look forward to your reply
I'll be waiting on the other side.
