Words hurt too much to say

When you say you'll make time for me, was that a lie?

I start to think that I was dreamin'.

And you weren't the right guy.

You don't call, you don't text, just a no show.

But when I say I'm tired, sick of your games you brush me off.

Why do you think I'll just take it?

You play sick games, win sick prizes.

You make little mistakes and a big problem arises.

I might just leave.

I might unfollow.

While you stand still, my world walks like a model.

And it don't make sense.

How you're nice one day and a grouch tomorrow.

So will it stay this way, or will I just leave?

I guess we'll see.

They say sticks and stones will break your bones.

But it's the words that fester deeper than a puddle.

Poems and hymms.

Is staying a sin?

Can't I just win?

You play sick games, win sick prizes.

You make little mistakes and a big problem arises.

I might just leave.

I might unfollow.

While you stand still, my world walks like a model.

And it don't make sense.

How you're nice one day and a grouch tomorrow.

So will it stay this way, or will I just leave?

I guess we'll see.