I'm tired of having things stolen from me.

People mostly.

Someone always takes the people I care away.

Gone.

And in the end I get left behind.

On the back burner.

Abandoned, to never be seen again.

Forgotten.

Weeks without talking.

And then when we talk,

It's never the same. 

We are never the same.

Nothing will ever be the same. 

It will never go back to how it was.

I will never be happy again.

I'll never be relaxed.

I'll never have friends again.

I'll never hold onto anyone again.

I'll never feel a lovers warmth. 

Or taste my lovers lips.

Nah.

Guess I'm not good enough.

Maybe that's why it's so easy,

For someone to take them from me.