I am so confused
I feel guilty and accused
Of following my intuition
Of following my suspicion
That you don’t see my worth
That you’re not down-to-earth
That you just want a good time
With anyone in the meantime
Why don’t you take me serious?
Is it because I’m mysterious?
Why don’t you appreciate?
Or even care to communicate
Your inner speculations and troubles
It’s like you live in an impenetrable bubble
And I’m tired of trying to break in
I’m so tired of giving in
I thought your feelings were genuine
But I’m the last thing on your mind
That’s why I have to let you go
I can’t ignore the things I know
That’s why time already told
“in with the new and out with the old”