Once I gave you the signs
that not everything was fine.
The same still happen too many times.
More than once I tried to tell you
this has been more than just my 'nonsensical blues'.
Still, you didn't get a clue.
All those years, I felt like talking to a wall.
Every word I said bounced back like a ball.
When would you get that wake-up call?
So I drifted away,
pretending everything was okay.
What else could I say?
Now you want me to hear you out,
when I've already guessed what it's all about.
It is time that you realized
there is only one way out of this:
Face the music.
Deal with it.