Do I really have to do this?
Give our time to people who take the whole of you,
all of you?
Maybe I'm just too much into it,
Too much involved in the idea of you.
I wait the whole day to talk to you and hear your gentle voice,
While you submerge yourself in the background of the noise.
I lay in my bed waiting for you to speak,
Only to hear I'll have much more silence to keep.
You give them the whole of you,
My time of you.
Consider me crazy,
Consider me selfish,
But I don't want to compromise my time with you, of you.
You seem so unbothered by my time with you,
Or you do care but just play it off so...