Love and attention wasn't given easily
But when I looked the other way
The other person receives it
For years to pass by
Begging was a method I used
To be loved and paid attention
And it wasn't enough
Since I'm not the other person
I could only imagine
What would it feels like to be the other person
Being given the love and attention
Yet, I could only imagine....
Nothing was given for free in this past life and present day to me.
Everything I caved in and have had to work for.
So I could only imagine
When a time in my life, where I don't have to work so hard on people, that don't try for me.
