Can I not be your second option , scratch that I mean your once a week midnight angle
The girl you only call when you need someone to love you passionately
To hold you and caress you,
To inflate your ohh so fragile ego
The girl who'll write love poems for you
The lover girl who's always there for you
The girl who's always open for a call
I can't keep being your once a week midnight angle
One night, maybe one day when the pain has eaten me deep
And my heart seems to be growing weak from all the suffering within me
And I've run out of tears and my throat is sour from the screams
Maybe then I'll look you in the eye and tell you I'm done,
I'm done being your dopamine high
Your ego inflater
You're favorite pet
I'm done being your once a week midnight angel
You come to me with tears in your eyes
Telling me how your life is hard and pain feels your heart
You came to me once again, your once a week midnight angle
You came for another hug
Another night, for me to hold you in my arms
But you don't know, I'm done
I'm done being your bedtime snack
Your favorite dopamine high
Your 12th favorite
The 7th best thing on your list
I'm finally no longer your once a week midnight angle