Not good at Goodbye

I can tell it frustrates you when I'm angry,
you don't understand the reason is you.
You're careless, with no emotion.
But you'll hold me with weird devotion.
Close, tighter and tighter.
You make me feel safe,
and also looking forward to every night.
When I can lay with you.
But you still do the things that you do,
and I don't question you why.
I let every comment and mark slide.
And at the same time,
I'm preparing a meal for you.
Always wanting to take care of you.
Do I listen?
No.
And apparently you don't.
So what is this exactly?
Are we just playing the same song?
Cause if so than I don't think I can keep holding you for too long.
And when I go you're gonna ask me why I'm gone.
No reply is a reply.
Thought you'd be happy with me gone?