I won’t tell you what’s wrong with me,
as I don’t trust you to care.
You’ll give those standard answers,
the ones you have prepared.
I don’t think I’d tell you anything,
of emotions that run deep.
I know you would not manage well,
it may interrupt your sleep.
You see, I know that it’s all one sided,
and it doesn’t work both ways.
You only want to hear from me,
on the brightest of my days.
When I can give all my time to you,
and treat you like a king.
Hang on to your every word,
meet your every whim.
So we shall go on pretending,
that everything is grand.
It can’t be any other way,
you’ll never understand.
So I won’t tell you why I’m so sad,
I don’t think you want to know.
Our relationships so pointless now,
as it has nowhere else to go.