text | what goes around..

i left my death bed to meet a promise. its the least that you could do.
i kept my chin up for a little support. you never did turn up.
no doubt protesting my mode of invitation. angered by my insensitvity. i can be unfair sometimes. i get mine when it comes around. i see mine everytime they leave my side. go home falling asleep on the back seat of the bus. head spinning if its lifted. lay down and let it all fall away. ive lost your respect as i sift through the remains. i have no right to question this again.