Nonexistent
8.26.02
Sometimes you can walk into a room,
And its like I'm not even there.
You'll just walk past me
And look through me
Sometimes a day, or maybe two,
will go by
Where you don't say a word to me
I'll try to make small talk
But only to be ignored
And left to wonder why
Sometimes you'll slam doors
And stomp around
And look annoyed
And make me feel like I'm the enemy,
Even though I know it has nothing to do with me
But you'll be nice as pie to everyone else
And I dont understand it.
You can never tell me what's wrong,
You just take it out on me
Or worse yet, hide it from me
You don't do a very good job
I know when you're angry
But you shouldn't make me feel like its my fault.
Sometimes I feel like I'm nonexistent to you
Like everyone else in your life has a place
But there are days when you just dont want to be bothered by me
Some days I can walk past your room 10 times without you saying hello
Or even acknowledging me...
But why should you,
when there are other people there for you to converse with.
Sometimes I don't even know what's going on in your life;
I'll overhear it in a phonecall from the next room,
Or as you laugh and talk about it with your friends in a room i'm not in
Sometimes you want me to be a part of it;
Other times,
I just feel nonexistent.
I feel like I'm always the one who has to approach you
You never once stop to think that maybe there is something wrong with me,
Something not easy for me to talk about
You just get in your mood where you do everything around me,
Like I'm not even there,
And once again I have no one to tell anything to
And then when I finally give in and come to you,
You always have a way to justify putting me off...
And i nod, just so I dont have to argue with you
But inside, I think you're wrong
And inside, it really hurts my feelings that you can never just be sorry
Sometimes I want to tell you something
Like there are really nice bags 50% off at the Bon Ton,
And we should go catch a movie,
And do girly things...
But you already have plans,
I'm nowhere to be penciled in
And I can't even get a "see ya later"
as you fly out the door.
So i sit and ponder,
Have i done something wrong?
But I havent
I know I havent
I just don't understand how some days you love me,
And some days,
You just glance right through me....
Like i'm nonexistent.
8.26.02
Sometimes you can walk into a room,
And its like I'm not even there.
You'll just walk past me
And look through me
Sometimes a day, or maybe two,
will go by
Where you don't say a word to me
I'll try to make small talk
But only to be ignored
And left to wonder why
Sometimes you'll slam doors
And stomp around
And look annoyed
And make me feel like I'm the enemy,
Even though I know it has nothing to do with me
But you'll be nice as pie to everyone else
And I dont understand it.
You can never tell me what's wrong,
You just take it out on me
Or worse yet, hide it from me
You don't do a very good job
I know when you're angry
But you shouldn't make me feel like its my fault.
Sometimes I feel like I'm nonexistent to you
Like everyone else in your life has a place
But there are days when you just dont want to be bothered by me
Some days I can walk past your room 10 times without you saying hello
Or even acknowledging me...
But why should you,
when there are other people there for you to converse with.
Sometimes I don't even know what's going on in your life;
I'll overhear it in a phonecall from the next room,
Or as you laugh and talk about it with your friends in a room i'm not in
Sometimes you want me to be a part of it;
Other times,
I just feel nonexistent.
I feel like I'm always the one who has to approach you
You never once stop to think that maybe there is something wrong with me,
Something not easy for me to talk about
You just get in your mood where you do everything around me,
Like I'm not even there,
And once again I have no one to tell anything to
And then when I finally give in and come to you,
You always have a way to justify putting me off...
And i nod, just so I dont have to argue with you
But inside, I think you're wrong
And inside, it really hurts my feelings that you can never just be sorry
Sometimes I want to tell you something
Like there are really nice bags 50% off at the Bon Ton,
And we should go catch a movie,
And do girly things...
But you already have plans,
I'm nowhere to be penciled in
And I can't even get a "see ya later"
as you fly out the door.
So i sit and ponder,
Have i done something wrong?
But I havent
I know I havent
I just don't understand how some days you love me,
And some days,
You just glance right through me....
Like i'm nonexistent.
