Happy

It's too easy for you to leave me when I'm crying
Shouldn't you have at least lingered by the door
But it's easier for you to let me put myself together
Even when it's you who tore
Me apart
You promise every time that you'll be better
You promise every time that you'll improve
But the only thing that I see
Is momentary
Guilt,
So what's the use?
I tell myself I'm done trying
To bring our problems to your door
If it's so easy for you
To act like there's no work to do
Then I guess I can deal if it keeps you happy.
If it keeps you happy
Lord knows I'm not happy
So at least one of us can be
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