Moodless

Im not in the mood, I never was. You come back to me though your still taken. You say you love me but the one you return to night after night, It isnt me. No more games it's either me or her. Lost love yet regained again. I want to wait for you because im that pathetic. I've wounded you and you've wounded me. I wonder what will happen if I cease to be. Will you miss me, Will you love our memories. Im not in the mood, I never was. Turns out the end result isnt much. Scars-this time internally- seem to rip open inside of me. Love is a time long forgotten. I hate what I've done to us. Will you miss me. Will you love our memories?