I tried my hardest...

But, it seems like nothing's getting any better...

You planned me in the future..

But you don't see me in the present..

There is no point made...

You've already messed up many times,

And I've already given you more than enough chances...

How would I to be able to realize...

That my life will be better or worse off without you..

I'm the one you think of the last..

When you're bored and have nothing better to do...

I'm just you last option,

When you're my first..

And I hate it...

No one's willing to give it to you..

Maybe I'll just have to find my way of reaching to it...