and there you left me, to pick up my own pieces...

i hate how you always seem to make me feel like i'm not worth your time...
although every time you get torn to pieces, i'm there...
just like you never are for me...
i have a fantasy that i live in, where i seem to make it okay...
every time, even though we both know...
that if it were the other way around, you would be pissed...
and i know i should say something, but i somehow know that if i say anything you will blow it way out of proportions...
i wish you wouldn't...
but i know you would...
i don't want this to be the end...
i mean you mean so much, and i'm pretty sure you know how i feel about you...
but i don't want to constantly feel like i'm second best...
when i treat you like number one...
and i would choose you over so many other people...
although i don't think i can say the same for you...
i'm pretty sure there are so many other people you would choose over me...
think of how shitty that feeling truly is...
you always choose people who constantly drop you on your ass...
and here i always am, when they do...
why do i care?
why do i try?
you don't seem to reciprocate...
but no matter what, whatever happens...
you know i will be there...
that's why you always call me...
but when do i call you?
never, because you wont be there...
you say you will be...
but it doesn't feel like you are...
and there you are always choosing everyone else...
leaving me to pick up my own pieces...