You wonder why I stopped needing you...
Maybe it was because I begun to feel like a eye and earsore...
Like a bug you couldn't get rid of...
You forgot the words you spoke to me...
"What do you need to see her for now?" Your tone was like an approaching tempest... I could feel the annoyance after each word... Times when i'd visit and you'd always be preoccupied by your favourite gadget... So consumed that at times you wouldn't hear what i'd say so i'd have to repeat myself. Or when we walked on the street you asked "Who's that infront of us?" Were you ashamed or afraid to be seen with me? Funny cause we're family... Or how you liked other peoples pictures but...