High Maintenance


I’ve been asking God what else I have to do
To catch a break or finally get through to you
It’s a shame how when you finally find love you don’t want it
Like you didn’t basically give it a price and say it was wanted
How many love poems and texts are you expecting me to write
How many times am I supposed the one to keep you company at night
But it’s my fault for knowing your taste and appetite and choosing to feed it
I mean is that attention and special treatment really needed
But I thought if I stuck around you’d eventually believe me
Now you don’t even miss me and I’ll never be who I used to be


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