Why is it that you don’t make me good,
Neither do you inspire me,
Never like the old times,
Do you make me aspire?
Why is it that now I only despise you,
Even when in fantasies,
And my thoughts surround your negligence,
All curbing my desire?
Why is it that I don’t love you anymore,
Not until you’re drunk,
And speak out your heart and emotions,
Igniting the contained fire?
Whatever it is, I hate it with my heart,
I want you back in my life,
And on my life I swear,
That I want you to transpire.
I want you to be here with me,
With all that you ever had,
That smile, those charms and the beautiful love,
And a hunger to show it all.
You tell your love without me asking,
And that’s when I’ll be back to you.