I'm very settled with my life.
I go day by day.
I make it a little further then i was.
Work 5-10 on weekdays,
And 8 hours on the weekend.
That's 41 hours a week,
Leaving me with only
A few hours to myself,
But yet I still make time for you.
When I made you my priority,
You made sure I meant nothing to you.
You filled my head with hope,
And made my heart fall for you.
You made it certain that I wasted my time on you.
While I drew you in my existence,
You took an eraser
And erased every image of us being together.
At the end of the day,
I was good to you.