1 in the morning

A little sympathy

Wouldn't do you no harm.

Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about

You've been here before

You've felt this way

Yet you just walked in with that smug smile on your face

Like the world was your oyster

When I know there are nights

Where you feel like the world

Definitely is not your oyster

It isn't even your clamshell

And drowning in the despair of distances

Marked by men that fed you to the fire

Of their burning passionate hearts

Doesn't seem to ring a bell anymore.

What a pity.

Because walking in

Seeing me

Curled in a ball

Precisely where you had been

Is not an association you long to devise

But a terror that you brush past

According to your own wishes.

I don't want to be babied.

But just a simple acknowledgement of my sorrow

Of my pain

Of my recluse

That you have indeed known

Would have been nice.

Instead of the demeanor on your face

Showing that you plainly think yourself higher than the others

T'would have been nice to see a small smile

Showing you care.

But I guess I was wrong about you

For maybe you fooled me all along

And maybe I was the one who always gave in to the sympathy.