What do I have to do to get your attention? Your love?
You to me are perfection in motion, heaven on earth. This game is wearing thin.

Everything I do to please you, try to make your day, all thrown away?
All I wish is to have return what I have brought. You seem to care nothing of me. Nothing remembered, nothing returned.

I walk from it all in a lonely path of darkness, with nothing but self pity. False thoughts fill my mind, of love, friendship, thought.