Morning comes like heat in the Summer,
you come to mind like a beat with a drummer,
the words fill in the void, why try?
when all i'll ever do is stay locked inside,
move your feet quickly and get to steppin,
you broke my heart but it'll be you preppin
the dinner for a guy who will never,
make you feel like i could and that makes me feel better,
sometimes i hate you, sometimes i don't,
at times i wish to call you but i won't,
cause it was i who all the time for you and more,
just to be told i mostly get ignored,
stay bored, and the shot will jump off the rim,
i hope you die inside when you think of the whim
that i chose to take of advantage of and fall,
is there even anyone listening at all?