Be on time.
Can’t you just meet me halfway? It’s like this. You make plans with a reluctant me, yet I’m always on time. You make me wait and when I’m about to leave, you show up. One of these days.. can’t you see? I’m going to get tired of waiting and I, tired of waiting alone, will leave.
When I’m finally starting to move on from you, stop reeling me in and stirring up my emotions again like you always do. And when the fire’s burning again, you just leave me hanging, and then it starts all over again.. when the last embers are burning you come back and throw in flints and make it spark. I hate being like this, it’s like you’re controlling me. This is the last time.. this time, I’ll put out the fire myself. Sure, it’d hurt but not as much as you can do to me. I hope you get the message. Last chance, I’m getting strong enough to walk away from you.
