you just wanted my attention and time
never wanted to share what is mine
to comfort you and remove the insecurity
at the expense of my hope and sincerity
you need flirtation and showers of care
in the end, you still reject what i share
you made all things beautiful and so great
can turn a one eighty, left without a trace
hope for a million, cause that’s how feelings are shown
an empty pocket will not get only time of being alone
