Chances, I already gave.
You don't how to appreciate them.
Hints, you already have.
You don't seems to give a damn.

I thought you would improve.
From what I hear from your view.
Not knowing where to start the move.
End up being the same old you.

I asked you to change.
But you never, yet worsen.
You made me feel so strange.
Am I even in your concern?

So there you asked again,
If you still stand a chance.
After many disappointments gained.
Do you think you still have the stance?

To a different world we belong.
We are not fit for each other.
Perhaps we should be knowing.
That we could only be friends forever.