I once loved a man who wouldn't listen to me.
One who would send flowers and tell me everything was all right.
One who had my future planned for me.
When I had concern that I didn't want to
move away from my home,
When I'd express that I was interested in neither history or politics
He'd tell me he loved me and that everything would be all right.
He'd speak of our future, me as a
It became apparent that he had not
listened to me at all.
When I told him I was dating someone
else, he'd phone me and tell me
Now I endure barrages of guilt-ridden
All because a friend I loved didn't care enough to listen.