I'm not the girl to make you smile
When you just need a friend
Tired of always going the extra mile
Being there for you to the end

You say come on at this time
I come but you're not there
This was once sublime
I'm really starting not to care

Days wasted in the shadows
What is really your deal
This is a bit shallow
Thank God, it's not real

I'm not your door mat
I'm a person with feelings
I feel rather picked at
I must continue the healing

I talk to you most days
There's never an apology
Seems you're always delayed
Can't blame this on technology

Whatever, I'll not be available
Perhaps, I'll see you around
Making sure not to be flexible
No more fun or happy sounds

I must be a sadist to do this
Why do I let you do this to me
Falling to pieces and bits
I must set myself free