So you thought you could come back after all these years with no tears to shed, but the drops from your eyes. Has it been five years, we are nearing the end and the bend is just around the corner. Hung up on things you said the night we met, the sound of you hanging up the phone when you left.

You couldn’t accept things as they were, you expected me to be a king from birth, you think the world revolves around you, but could it be your not good enough for me.

I went to hell and back for you and you didn’t stop, stop to wonder why. When you asked for one I gave you two, I guess I’m not; I’m not your type of guy. Hung up on things you said the night we met, the sound of you hanging up the phone when you left.

You couldn’t accept things as they were, you expected me to be a king from birth, you think the world revolves around you, but could it be your not good enough for me.

Now you can’t expect me to be down on my knees ever again.