One-Sided

I tell you everything, yet you tell me nothing.

I tell you things not even my mother knows,
yet you can't see it fit to tell me how your day goes.
I give you my heart, yet you don't give me yours,
It makes me feel like your hiding behind closed doors.

Everyday I wonder, what are you thinking?
Each time I come up with an idea, my heart keeps sinking.
You go on as if nothing happened,
which makes my eyes even more dampened.

You tell me it's over, finito, done,
But yet you keep on calling me hon.
I try to get over you, but I'm unable to,
It's because of the things you do

When I can't let go, you get frustrated,
It makes me feel like I've been castrated.
You tell me you'll be there when you're not
It leaves me dazed, confused and distraught.

You tell me you're out with friends, when I think you're not,
Makes me wonder what you'll say when you get caught.
I tell you everything, yet you tell me nothing.

© 2002 Gustavo White