It sends me into a spiral,
Them not replying,
It can plant a seed,
In this little head of mine,
It\'s the principle, you know?
What else are they doing?
It’s only a message,
But why won\'t they respond?
It starts with a quick end
To a normal conversation,
But now I think,
Am I boring?
It’s the little things,
The gentle snubs,
The drooping looks,
They subtly cut,
These seeds can grow,
They can flower into doubt,
A lack of attention
And now I’m wilting
They were my water,
But now there’s a drought.