Slowly but surely I am starting to wonder
Is it expecting too much to want what you give?
To hope for even two petals in return for three flowers,
Or a brief five minutes after giving up hours?
Since you’re number one, where do I rank?
Right at the bottom without any thanks.
In your long list of priorities, I know my place
Last in line as long as you need some space.
Suddenly I’m a high climber when you need to talk,
But sooner or later I had to walk
Away from someone who never even knew
If I was happy or what was making me blue.
So next time you’re sad
and wondering what on Earth you should do,
Maybe you’ll think back and realise
It wasn’t me,
It was you.