Can I be who you want?
Maybe I should just stop.
Stop breathing or speaking
in your general direction.
Don't worry I got the message.
I can't make you love me,
and I'm done trying,
so when you're lonely and ready,
I'll be waiting for you to use me.
Misery loves company,
but I'm always alone,
and I'm hardly happy
unless you're the one who makes me miserable.
I'm tearing out my hair,
pulling out my teeth,
wondering what you've done to me.
Wondering how you sleep,
wondering what lies you're telling,
and if they're the ones you told to me.
I'm just lost in my thoughts just wandering,
I'm always overthinking.