What's New?

This was supposed to be our thing,
But you let everyone in but me.

I had nothing, but had to share the stage.

Faulted for loss intimacy, when i was the one who always initiates.
Faulted for loss connection, when i was the one who always spoke.

Waiting for crickets.
What's new?
Bending over backwards just to be held at limbo.

I tried my best but couldn't even receive back what was simple.

I conformed to every detail,
Though it never was enough.
Situation changed,
Oh well I'm fucked.

My words never meant a thing.
What I've said,
pushed aside instead.
Far from reality.

And what the fuck did i really do?
Speak the truth.
Faulted once again.
Through thick and thin.

Still tossed out like trash,
Better surround yourself with fakes that kiss your ass.
My time has passed.

For every piece of shit who got chance after chance.
But yet my words are held against me,
Even with changed circumstance.

What's new?
Not me, I'm still the same old fool.
And if my face was turning blue,
Meant not to you.

I guess if my affection wasn't placed in the direction,
That was preconceived and conjured,
Couldn't even bother.

With all that i sacrificed.
And when the moment of freedom finally came,
Where am i?

And when the moment to escape finally took place,
I was no longer needed to raise the day.
Put out to die.

Not even a conversation.
My use was up, and out the door i go.
Outside where it's so cold,
Where I'm alone.

What more could i have possibly done?
I'm possibly done.
I'm done.
So go ahead and continue to run.

Because after years when the moment was finally upon us,
The moment i thought we wanted,
It somehow came instead that i was discarded.

This entire year, that frame hasn't changed.
But when it got to the day,
"It's just too much to take. I can't wait."
Oh that's fuckin great.

And seriously what did i expect?
That i would be treated with respect?
Hasn't happened in the past,
Hasn't happened yet.

And look at me,
Still trying my best to sit in place.
Exactly where i was told to sit,
Forgotten and in waste.

I can't claim I'm amazed.

Because when i start adding everything up,
And what and who, you always choose,
It's clear i don't mean shit, but what's new?

Too busy defending bitches who fucked your last man.
If i had a bottle in my hand, maybe then I'd have a chance.

For if i speak that i want to see you, I receive excuse.
But boy when an asshole snaps his fingers you'll move.

I brought you here, and you casted me out.
I brought you here and i was put on second stage.
And if i ever have a feeling about,
Quite literally anything, i am to blame.

I made the sacrifice for every jealousy,
Without question.
To protect, and now I'm left alone.
No one, no one to mention.

I did the work.
I gave the truth.
I lifted up every day.
I fell on that sword.

So that when the time came,
Another man can reap the reward.
It's what I'm good for.