I’m entangled to riddle myself
With a question my mind is getting tired to hold,
I’m tormented by the thought you can just go there
Lending your precious time to someone I’m not and won’t.
I’m pushing myself to figure the figures
Of the time I haven’t seen you, the time I’ve spent alone,
The other figure took you out, so I’ll stick it here
And throw darts covered with poison from my tongue.
You know, I hate to admit that I hate
Every piece of your happiness which I can’t share,
I hate the fact that I can’t ever give you the same,
Though I doubt that what you get is good enough to be there.
Well of course you didn’t lose me! I’m still hanging
Tied on a rope, slowly going farther,
Not showing a sign that I’m significantly sick
So you can go and have some fun with your significant other.
But hey! Please don’t think I’m going out of my mind,
That I’m willing to do crazy shit to get you around,
I just wish we have some fun, like good old times,
But so afraid that you’ve changed making it impossible now.