I know most of the time you think I’m crazy.
Although my thinking can be uncanny,
I know you know I’m here
Not when you needed a nanny,
Nor when things are no longer funny,
when your co-workers aren’t that friendly,
when your happy heart starts to get lonely,
when the ticking of the clock makes you weary,
And when you wanted to be silly.
I just wish you’d be the same with me,
not only when things are pretty,
but even when things turn out badly.
I think it unfair that you don’t usually listen to me.
And when part of your life becomes messy,
it makes me sad but glad you’d turn to me,
but now I gotta understand
that some things change eventually;
I have a feeling you no longer trust me,
You believe others more than me
(Although I implied the same idea but approached
And then you got so busy,
You barely have time for me,
And you tell me you love him truly,
That slowly it seemed you’ve gone away from me.
You have hurt me deeply.
It makes me sad and angry,
but what do you know…
We never really talked about me.