Stop telling me, "you make my day better", "it's always good to have you around", "you mean so much to me".. Stop telling me I matter, because somebody said the same and left, like I never mattered.
I hate compliments, they tell me you have ulterior motives, and once the work is done - I'll never matter, yet again.
So, don't ask me "how my day was", because if I had to tell you- you'd not be the one asking it. Be rude, be sarcastic, be an asshole and I might happily reply with profanity.
Wait for me to say "hello" and let me tell you how much I missed talking to you. And if that doesn't happen in a week's time, since we last talked, believe me it's never gonna happen.
It's a deuce! Cause I'm done losing, and I no more crave a win. It's a deuce!
I'm the one who loves, being loved is not my thing,
I'm a burning summer, yet winter fuels my being!!