Title: Pity
Pairing: None.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. Lyrics are by Keane.
A/N: This came out of nowhere (don't ask!) while listening to a lovely song… I must have been in a weird mood because I've given whole new meaning to a nice song. Oy. Forgive me.
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You think your days are uneventful
And no one ever thinks about you
She goes her own way
She goes her own way
You leave her house every morning to go do that thing you mindlessly call your job. You're fed the most important meal of the day by her; gratified by her wonderful cooking skills. She gives. You take.
You walk around with that cheesy look on your face like you're invincible, but I know you, and, though your job involves helping people cope through difficult events, you never really do. You couldn't careless, you cold heartless bastard. Go ahead, investigate me, but know that if you start a wrangle with me, I'll get you. I know how to play the game… Rules can be bent.
Now, you've become conscious of how she used to think about you – because she no longer does. Nothing has visibly changed; your shirts are clean and ironed, your meals are ready even before you think about sitting down to eat and your sex life has vastly improved… But she's different - her approach towards you has been widely altered.
You beat her harder and she keeps going, taking the blows like you can never really make her sad or happy even.
You've never truly made her happy - I know as much.
You say your days are ordinary
And no one ever thinks about you
But we're all the same
And she can hardly breathe without you
Bored out of your mind, you think your days lack luster. You come home and your dinner is steaming at your spot at the table. Funny how you believe she never thinks about you because she does everything for you. God only knows why.
You know, my life isn't special either but the people in it are and that's what makes it all worthwhile; that's what keeps me going.
She
says she has no time
For you now
She says she has no time
If you could open your eyes, you could at least try to keep what you have. You're losing her, you know. Believe me, you are, and it's all your fault.
Think about the lonely people
Then think about the day she found you
Or lie to yourself
And see it all dissolve around you
Life's a bitch, right? And, loneliness is bliss? You're such a fucking liar. You've always felt so alone and, in that sense, I guess you could say we are alike. You're unhappy with her, but you're more miserable alone. You think she'll never leave you and you'll never leave her, but you're delusional…
When you have everything, sometimes it feels like nothing, is that it? You're probably right; when you sink to the level of taking someone for granted like that, you are left with nothing and you're the worse scum of the earth.
Through all the abuse, she keeps coming back for more because she thinks she can't live without you, but once she realizes that she's better off without you, she won't look even back.
She
says she has no time
For you now
She says she has no time
For you now
She says she has no time
For the time being, she brushes you off by telling you she's busy - it's either work or her son - whatever works. Don't you think she's purposely making you angry? You're more interesting that way, because, deep down, she's sick of you too.
So, you fall in her trap and get enraged.
Well, think about all the other men who'd die to just touch her.
You desired, you pursued and now you're bored.
Lonely people tumble downwards
My heart opens to you
When she says
She did end up tricking you - you were oblivious because of your oversized ego, but she lied to you. She never loved you.
She says she has no time
For you now
She says she has no time
For you now
She says she has no time
I feel sorry for her, but even more so for you.