"Burning"

I've got these words,
that I want to say,
just sitting, burning in my brain.
But what good will they do?
Would you believe me if I told you?
Would they change anything at all?
The cards have been stacked up, and begin to fall.

You never thought I listened.
So why would you listen to me now?
I want to save this, and I think I know how.
But I'm not so sure you'd want to try.
To try and work to keep it alive.
You make me believe you're more apt to run away,
Than to try to change yourself, and stay.
"People change," you said to me.
But it seems, I've done all the changing.
Adapting, molding, to slide into your curves.
Yet you remain concrete, budging only slightly, not a stir.

-Matt