im pissed off that no one ever just wants me. simple. just me.

i wouldn't lift one finger. i wouldn't lift one tendon/joint/appendage
to give you a hand and i know you would not do the same

i've been dancing in the shadow of the moon and the thought of you has made me
crave more more more, and its starting to swell up like a mosquito bite,
itchy....and i know it will leave a mark if i scratch at it. so i leave it.
i don't lift one finger.

if i could pretend you didn't exist i would, if i hadn't have committed myself to you like
a crime i'm sure i would be with someone genuine, someone who says they want me and they do. and i'm sure if i didn't make that promise to be yours, if i had waited, then maybe i would be yours, with the return of you being mine.

all i know is, you would never lift one finger for me, and mine hands are bound tightly behind my back