Excuses

Excuses, excuses.
That's all I hear.
Why this can't be,
It never seems clear.
It's one thing today,
And another tomorrow.
Let's not talk about yesterday.....
Far too much sorrow.



If this isn't happening,
Then why bother with me?
Why string me along?
Why not let me be?
Is it done out of love?
Or affection? Or fear?


Excuses, excuses.
That's all I hear.