If I wait for you to call me I’ll never hear from you
But when you’re here you’re too much
And I pray for you to go away
To leave
To not exist
This is hard
Love is hard
It makes you question whether this is even love
Because its painful
And you never get what you want
I am sick
So sick
I am sick I am sick
I want more
But why can I not be happy with what I already have?
Which is myself