Who do I tease when you’ve gone mute on me?
When do I get to confess my love to the one who captured me?
Why am the one to endure such, could it be that I am on trial and this a test?
How then am I to recover from this?
Are my tears worth shedding over something as simple as a text?
I don’t know about you, but I surely hate being this way…
You drive me crazy, I fear that which felt like love was an obsession…
Am I to blame for falling harder than the word hard itself?
Was there ever really a love between us two?