Unrecoverable

I cry Because I really hope I'm not the person he paints It's heartbreakingly awful to look at a person telling you how bad you make them feel And I just can't understand or empathise with him - this is awful too I'm listening, I'm honestly listening But why does my comment on donuts matter? Why did me closing my eyes in the back of the car at the end of the day mean more than I'm stating? I don't get it, I'm sorry, of course I'm sorry but the vitriol seems too much I hear you, but my empathy tells me you should not be near a person you view that way I don't have the energy to counter your points, after all they may be valid, they will be valid. You want someone who isn't me clearly You want someone more grateful I cry because I am not who you paint I zone out because I can't stand any more If my professional side kicks in, then I have some advice for you - don't spend your time on someone who makes you feel like that I should listen to myself