New make, same old amount of y's there,
now i'm forced to not care
if the conversations are just a bit different,
or if the love we had is a little distant.
Still not sure why you were so scared,
am i not still here?
preaching with my pen that i'd give you everything,
or if it's in my ability, ask and you'd get anything.
In the end love aint fair, that's just it,
still not a reason to give up and quit,
who cares if our pasts were against us,
this strong desire for you is still relentless.
Without the hearts desired grasp around,
i try to find someone else on my own downtown,
when it's still right-smack-in-my-face obvious,
you were long ago done with this.