After all I've done to be nice to you-
You show up again, out of the blue.
I've ignored you, done everything you wanted me to,
So what now, have I done to you?
It's things like this I don't understand,
How people can be so shallow and bland.
You taste like bitter herbs in my mouth,
Leaving me headed South.
Farther and farther away from you-
But you still don't have a damn clue.
Stop following me, I've done nothing-
But I can tell you still want something.
I don't want anything more or less,
What have you've done, but make a mess?
