What Am I Doing Here?

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by Hakuna

by Hakuna

I'm a shade of blue I didn't know before you.
I'm a dimming light in the spare room.
Can't get your attention, despite what I do.
Do I even still mean a thing to you?

I'm a letter at your old address,
locked in a draw like I'm just something to forget.
I bite my tongue to see this through
'cause I can't dare to ask what I mean to you.

Would you even see my face if it was staring back at you?
If you tried to love someone, would you know what to do?
If I disappeared would you remember that I was here?
Oh, what am still I doing here?
Oh, what am I still doing here?

I'm the dress I don't wear 'cause you don't like my waist,
so I miss out on meals 'til my whole body aches,
'til we both know I'd kill for even a taste.
But with you, don't think I'll ever fit into place.

I'm the same, broken problem you swore that you'd fix.
I fall to the bottom, you're still the name on my lips.
I'm the shiny, new car with a totalling dent
and in this suburbia, you're the broken, picket-fence.

Love is enough but
what you got isn't love.
What you got is a void
that you can't get rid of.
And I'm something hollow
that you choke with regrets.
You go, and I follow,
but I know that you'll forget
Where you left me.
You didn't do it gently;
didn't spare me;
couldn't do it quickly.
Didn't want me
didn't hide it merely.
Didn't love me.
Now I see it clearly.

What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
What am I still doing here?

'What Am I Doing Here?' - 07/05/23