i understand.
the beauty of having someone else understanding you.
'I have to work for another week,' you said as tears fell down my cheeks.
i understand.
'It's extended. New module coming up.' you said as i wish you'd say more.
i understand.
oh, how i wish your friends would knock some sense into you
'damn it don't you see she's hurting'
'what the fuck did you do, you're ruining your chances'
'she's too nice for you, you shouldn't do that to her'
but maybe,
you never tell your friends about me
because i'm insignificant
i'm nobody
and nobody cares about how i feel
nobody cares about how disappointment would be a knife twisting through my heart
because i'm insignificant.
and i have to understand
but nobody has to understand me