Although you’re not around, you’re always here
Rather I like it or not, you’re here more than the rest
You are embedded deeply, into my flesh
Some of my ways derive from you
Even though I’ve cried for you, more than you knew
No matter how many times you’ve walked out my mental door
When I look in the mirror, my eyes are yours
You’ll say that you think of me constantly, but you’re never around
You tell me you love me, is that not profound?
You shed a few tears, and I think that you’ve changed
But then, I’m the one returning to YOUR old ways
Is that wrong? Does that not make any sense?
The thought of your blood running through my veins… it’s so intense
When boys tell me I’m pretty, I think of you
You should be there, and that should be your cue
You made my body, just to neglect
How could you create something that you won’t protect?
One day you’ll look up and I’m not around
Remember that I am love and friendship that you ever so ignorantly never found.
