

You're willing to do whatever it takes for him, even if you're just a pawn in his game. He's stringing you along, manipulating your every move, and you're biting your tongue and putting up with it - because you know the minute you speak up, he'll just kick you to the curb like yesterday's news. You're crawling at his feet, kissing up, begging, doing everything he says, just to spend a little time by his side, 'cause it's your shot. And he... He's spitting in your face, paying no mind, 'cause he's a man you'll never bag. He's not afraid to lose you; he just doesn't care – you're nothing but a placeholder to him. But you're scared to lose him, so you're here, in his shadow, willing to be nothing just so he lets you stay.