Don’t it seem like, like I’m always there when it matters,
But missing most of the other time, a terrible pattern.
The rewards I see from working made me an addict.
There’s way more people that want it than people that have it.
I don’t get it, I would hate to think I tricked ‘em,
They fall victim to my system, guess I sure know how to pick ‘em.
And I’m always her regret,  yeah, I’m always her regret.
And I always make it harder on whoever’s coming next.
It goes up and down, it’s just up and down.

She’s crying now, but she’ll laugh again.

No matter how powerful and real your feelings may be for someone, if that person cannot fully and honestly return them and therefore actively love you back, these feelings mean nothing. Being lonely, being alone, for many people, sucks. I get it. But I still believe that being with somebody who makes you feel shitty or doesn’t honor the person you are is worse. Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with. You deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time.