Creating an Annoyance

Creating an annoyance out of things that don't exist.
Stuck inside this whirlwind, wondering how things came to this.
Seeing people change like the past was all a lie.
Sitting here just waiting for another pointless fight.
I'm left thinking way too much about the troubles on my mind,
and the more I sit and think, the more disturbances I find.
If the things you say are true, then why am I stuck with all this mess.
I've been here to see the things you do, and every time I think you less.
It's hard to sit here and acknowledge the best time's we've ever had.
Cause more often now I think of you, and it just always makes me sad.