Don't know why I do this anymore...

I thought that if time went by, you'd realise how much I loved you. But I'm just deceiving myself. You don't care. You don't care what I think. You know me so well but you don't know that I love you.

You call me when you're drunk, and despite my parents disapproving, I still come out to drive you home no matter how late or far. I've never said no. I always think of you first, even if I have $1 in my pocket, I want to spend it on you. When something funny happens, I tell you first, even the things closest to my heart, I share with you and no one else.

But what do you do for me?

You call me when you want, you find me when you need. What's in it for me?
You tell me when you meet someone, how you think they're attractive, how you ask for their number, ask them out.

What about me?

It seems as though I'm that girl that you'll go to when you feel like it.
I'm so tired, I can't pretend to be okay with it anymore.

Eventually the flame that burns so brightly for you will die out. And so will I...

Is it because I'm always here that you take me for granted?
Because whenever you need me, I'm always around?
I sometimes think what if? What if one day I just disappeared. One day you would no longer be able to see me, find me. Would you miss me then? Or would you simply brush it off and move on with your life? Would it make you feel that perhaps I did matter?

I don't know anymore. I'm too tired to hold on to this hope, or what's left of it...
One day, when the time is right, I'll say my goodbye. forever.