Sweet

Cant count the hours I've spent drifting,
sifting through the ways you've made me cry.
Couldn't go a day without letting you in,
a sin, and always asking why.

I've felt prolonged sinking wasted solely at your name
I waited at my own expense, though you never came
And all the while you thought I'd gone to play a different game
I spent too much time crumpled on the bathroom floor
But your memory doesn't hurt me anymore.

Manic depressive, enigmatic, too aggressive
Your pulling and your prying made me all the more repressive
I never expected anything to come of what we were
Even though I'm stll ashamed of falling prey to your allure.

I know that you think you stand still in a higher place
But I want you to picture me, my determined smiling face
I laugh at who I used to be, and even more at you
Fate will do it's part now, and give what's coming to.