Misunderstood

Love Isn't Easy

There ain’t no easy way to say this, but I’ve got to admit that it hurts when you always take it upon yourself to dismiss the way I feel. You play me like a deck of cards, just waiting for another hand to seal the deal. But I won’t always be here to do your bidding. There’s no way I’m going to let you control my actions, so I’m leaving your game doing things to my own satisfaction. When talking to you I feel alive, but there’s always this feeling inside that tells me to turn away and hide the emotions you draw to the surface every time I see your face. At times it seems as though we are on the same page, but when we chanced a look, the page numbers were from a different book. You don’t know what lies behind my eyes. You don’t know the story that I have always tried to hide. You don’t know the pain or the suffering that I’ve had to endure. But you may be the first, the only one to possess the cure. I’m giving you the power to destroy me, but please don’t make me your enemy. True love doesn’t seem to exist, but the temptation is too hard to resist. These voices in my head are to blame, telling me to fan the flame before the end. When I’m with you, I feel safe from the things that hurt me from the outside. But I’m also vulnerable to the things you do that make me hurt on the inside. You’re like my drug. Whenever I get your attention I get really happy for awhile. But when I don't, it's like I’m crashing against the tile. And I don’t know how to save myself. I don’t need any wealth, all I wish for is your good health. And in the end, I’m just a friend…