Explain to me why I’m still hanging on
Deadlines let me down and so do you
I’ve never been this helpless
Unsure of what’s happening
I have no idea what’s best for me
Been getting so much advice, and
I can’t take all of this useless sympathy

These hours I’ve wasted thinking about you
Useless daydreams of what will never happen again
I’m not supposed to care, but I do
These hours I’ve wasted getting ready for you
I’ve tried so hard
But you still didn’t notice me

I don’t get what’s worse for me
When you don’t talk to me, or when you do
Every word, no matter which
I’ll over-analyse and try to find a hidden meaning

Your leaden actions have yet to push me away
I’ll passively give you more time
Tiring patience gives way to frustration
As I lamely let myself believe that eventually
You’ll succumb, or I’ll give up
If time's a constant, then why have I continuously extended these deadlines for so long?