Where do i start?
Confusion and questions apartI never ask for his presence
Yet here he is minding my businessMaking me feel needed
But at the same time
Making me feel discarded'Love you' here and there
'Miss you', i can't feel sincereHonesty doubted
Sincerity questioned
I couldn't feel secure
In his words i fallThis is making me feel pathetic
Playing his game full of tactics
