A short person's view.

You better sit down and look around.

But this time I've lost my love to talk to you.

All I need to know is why, but I can't promise my lost love.

You seem to forget everything, even when I've just whispered it to you.

All the agreements, seems like you didn't even cared in the first place.

I've been so patient, no one can even apprehend that, let alone experience it.

It's not you, but it's just you.

Your arguments are getting worst, second by seconds.

And my poker face is fading.

I wonder if you still care.