It's not even the fact that their not in love with you, it's that word seem that makes you do what you do.
Find yourself looking through phones because of what has been done, find yourself checking up on the person whose supposed to be the one. You find yourself feeling hurt because you didn't receive a call, now your going crazy bouncing off the walls. Only to get that call that you've been hoping and waiting for, and make the person feel like they shouldn't call you anymore. You hurt them because of your pain, so your love is no gain, they gave you all of them and what you gave was a shame. A shame you couldn't love without prejudice inside your heart, a shame you had no room for their luggage from the very start. A shame you had so much that no plane would ever carry you, a shame that someone hurts to the point that it would overflow to. The person that has given you more than what you dream for, the person you want to spend your life with no and forever more. The person who told the truth when the truth isn't normally told, the person whose always there when you need someone to hold. It's shameful that you carry these bags everywhere you go, and it's a shame that you deny it every time they let you know. Maybe if you told the truth and admitted to all that baggage you, could find a cure and stop before it ruins you. Stop before it stops all the great things that's going on, stop before it stops your current love from becoming strong. Stop before your plane falls out of the sky, and your love parachutes away without saying goodbye. But you can't it's embedded in your DNA, you can't change your father was the same way. You can't help it your momma made you bitter, but you sit and look in the mirror like your the pick of the litter. Please if you have baggage let that go, before you drive that one person away that you don't want to go.