May - After

I'm tired of playing,
all your little games.
I'm tired of waiting,
to see if you care.
You told me to take,
care of myself,
and you said if I didn't,
you'd do it for me.
So maybe this is you,
sparing my heart.
But I'm tired of all this,
I'm finally done.
I'm done having this conversation,
over and over again.
Nothing is changing,
nothing ever will,
so as much as I love you,
this has to end here.