It’s okay if you don’t love me,
the way you used to love someone else,
It’s okay if it’s not the same,
And if conversations always end with yells.
It’s okay if you think less of this,
And the way it makes me feel,
It’s okay because I understand,
Let’s not pretend and just be real.
It’s okay that sometimes you let go on me,
What’s new? I never cared,
Because all this while you were with me,
We never questioned, never dared.
But when you make it apparent that you can’t do the same,
For me when I break down,
Then maybe it should not be ” it’s all okay”,
Maybe I should leave town.
Because sometimes girls are worth the try,
And it goes for some boys too,
And I know you constantly ask yourself why,
But for me, it was always you.
What you don’t understand is why I feel this way,
Why it hurts, why it makes you cringe,
Maybe I was meant for just that one day,
The mere thought of it makes me whinge.
I’m tired, you’re right, if I cannot deal,
I should probably leave you alone,
It only adds on to the way I feel,
Leaves me numb, I don’t care, untoned.