Sweet Melancholy
I thought to begin with a question,
But forget it, I'll just get it on.
I can't help but to feel neglected,
Or maybe it's all in my head.
May I get some attention?
Please ease this tension.
I don't ask for much,
But you should know to do as such.
It's hard to tell -
Are we doing well?
Oh my sweet melancholy,
I don't feel like a priority.
The days go by so fast,
But I seem to be living in the past.
I can't grab a hold of you today.
It's as though I'm sharing you in some way.
I refuse to relay.
I'm sick of this replay!
Let me know whether you're all mine.
I just simply request your time.
