Stuck
I don't think it is that you left
What is bothering me,
Or even that you didn't choose me.
I believe it is something more personal,
Another issue about myself;
That I picked you over everyone else.
I guess the thing is,
I always make people my first choice
When I'm not even their fourth,
And I spend time loving them
Expecting nothing in return.
And I should.
Because here I am thinking of your eyes,
Listening to the sound of her voice
And I'm letting it happen again.
And I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I'm stuck
What is bothering me,
Or even that you didn't choose me.
I believe it is something more personal,
Another issue about myself;
That I picked you over everyone else.
I guess the thing is,
I always make people my first choice
When I'm not even their fourth,
And I spend time loving them
Expecting nothing in return.
And I should.
Because here I am thinking of your eyes,
Listening to the sound of her voice
And I'm letting it happen again.
And I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I'm stuck