i did my make up everyday, changed the way i laughed, i was not even myself just for your attention.
you made me feel desperate for your love and i was being a fool for chasing you around.
funny thing was i can't stop myself from being the slave of your ruthless heart.
i knew it wasn't even your fault that i finally was broken again.
was there really nothing you can do to show you care about me?
what did i have to do for you to look at me?
"hi."
"h—hey . . ."
then you walked away again without looking any deeper into my eyes.
tears were about to betray my look, so i just walked away to cure my own sick self.
this love was an obsession and a need that i would do everyday for you to look at me.
