Confused thoughts of why do I need his acceptance so much,
He walked out, he left me here, he couldn't care any less.
Why must I find myself wanting to see him smile proudly,
And for me to be what he had dreamed.
I shouldn't care anymore than he cares,
Letting my breath shudder for a moment as he frowns at me again.
The only time I see him, is when he finds it suitable,
See him 2 times a week, never really seen him.
Too preoccupied with anything other than me,
He might aswell have left ten years ago. |
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