Can you see me falling weaker to you?
Or is your sight clouded as is the sky?
As i wonder when one will become two,
You leave me wondering, asking why.

I've been chewed on, spit out all for your good.
Yet on sight you seem sickened by my acts.
And you leave me pondering if I should
still love you or if I will face the facts.

You'll never love me as I love you.
You walk away as I need your presence.
We can not ever actually be true, so walk away but leave your essence.

Your sight, your love is all that I needed
Never thinking you were so conceited.