Is it just me, or do you seem to be always disappearing?
What's up with that?
How many chances do you think I'll give you?
You've always got great excuses. And since they're great, I suppose they're valid.
But, what the heck!
I mean, you keep disappearing, then you're back, and I'm expected to understand, and wrap you in my arms and say welcome home dear?
But who am I? Just a guy, waiting for a girl, wondering where she is, and expecting, but really not expecting, to see her again.
Nothing special. I guess.
That's it, isn't it?