Usual

I thought I took the right path,
in one of every love I'd see.

And you left me here standing still,
crying out of my own enigma.

As I would keep trying,
I knew you don't need me.

Still, everyday I live just for you.
Hoping that no wasn't the same as never.

As you'd always look somewhere else.
Can't you look where I am now?

Maybe the pain within me
could get better at the least.

And probably I'll miss you again,
like every other love I'd get.

Now and then if you're happy still,
I guess I'm not the one to interfere.

The world's still together with me,
and the rest as usual.