If I left or disappeared,
if I cried and faced my fears,
would that make you care?
would that make you aware?
maybe you’d realize I care,
so much so that sometimes I’m ready to let you go,
cry and feel the pain
accept that I’m not for anyone,
and that no one’s to blame,
sometimes I just feel insane
like I’m the last thing on your mind
that maybe I’m not your girlfriend and you just see me as a waste of time.
maybe I assume everything,
maybe it’s that gut feeling,
Or maybe it’s that I’m not crazy
Just maybe more times than ever I said
maybe it’s true
maybe I’ll lose
because maybe im not meant for you.