when things finally went wrong,
you spoke and begged for everything.
when peace arrived,
you left, having fun, i knew.

when i was sick and in bed,
you never cared, more over,
you didn't even know or bother.

when you wanted fun and joy,
you came with open arms,
seeking more and more.

people often think of us,
being carefree and oh so loving.
but what they couldn't see
was the side of fading love and unending fueds.

when i wonder, will you really love me,
hold up the end of your deal,
will you?