Pity

The saddest satisfaction I call you when I know You're no good for anyone Don't know how to ween off I don't hate you I hate the things you do The things you say The things you don't mean But say anyways The saddest truth I know about you Is that you're not Entirely bad You're just too selfish To stop what you do I don't know you I wish I did I want to help you But is it even worth it Are you even willing Or am I a waste like you? The saddest night Was laying next to you Hearing you sigh and Not being able to see your eyes Knowing we both laid broken I wish I could tell you things I wish I wasn't so closed off I wish you knew I don't love you I wish you knew I use you to feel If I even feel anything at all The saddest thing Is I don't think you care It's OK I don't care either And that's the saddest thing