A million more
You think you can look at your phone and hit Ignore beacuse you chose how I feel, like I’m your miniature whore. And I need an exact date when my love became a bore, when my devotion was no longer enough and you needed more. And darling, go ahead and walk out but only if you’re sure because when that door closes behind you, it won’t be opening to your key anymore. You got your friends all thinking I’m some kind of stalker because here I stand an excessive talker. But here and now these words I dare not speak will from my pen to the paper leak. So when one morn you open your eyes and suddenly you remember all your “white” lies and remember my screams and all of my cries for you and your love that just siddenly dies. Tell me baby didn’t you see whe best is yet to come and that your love and hate just doesn’t equate and comes to a sum of one in a million is that you used to be but now you are nothing, no, nothing to me.