BamBam

I’ve tried doing little things bending over in a short skirt.

I’ve tried doing big things standing naked in front of you jerk.

All I wanted was your attention. For it to be like it used to.

Like it was us against the world… not us against each other. I’m not happy and neither are you.

We can’t keep this up playing make pretend.

Can’t you see I’m fucking dying without you as my friend.

All you do is talk talk talk. About how much you love me and how much you care.

When I look around you’re never there.

You’ve always got a reason some kind of excuse.

You’re right next to me but a billion miles away.

We stare blankly at each other now not knowing what to say.

There was a time when we would talk for hours about nothing.

We couldn’t stop laughing and flirting.

Now there’s nothing between us but awkwardness and hurting.

I want to go back to the way we were, back when we believed it when we said I love you.

Back when I could turn you on with a look, back when you touched because you want to.

Maybe you’re right about it all.

Maybe I’m just a no good whore who takes no fault.

I can’t be all to blame. It can’t all be me.

I watch it all crumble and cry in defeat.

A make up stained tear streaked face.

My stomach feels sick with all of this shame.

My heart feels empty, battered, and blue.