Hostile.

If I could write you a bittersweet song, it would be an unpretentious one.
It would start with just three words, ones with which I'd never go wrong.
Let me go, I'd sing, and quit tearing up my life, keeping me from the sun.
I could pray every single minute to a god I'm not sure was ever there all along.

If you won't love me back, why do you keep holding me here?
The air is growing thicker, and my visions not so clear.
I can't keep begging every day for something as simple as a smile.
I can feel my heart burst wide open but you remain so hostile.

You can tell me that you miss me all you fucking want.
That doesn't mean I give a damn, I'm not some bar you like to haunt.
I try to give you everything you could even think to ask for.
It may not mean a thing but loving you is still a chore.

It's safe to say that now's the time, it's better late than never.
I hate to break it to you, but truly I must go.
You thought you had it wrapped up, that you really were that clever.
Except I'm the one that's faced the truth, something you'll never know.