Only when I think about you,
do I sit and cry,
and when I do,
people often wonder why,
why was I put through this pain,
all because of you,
your pride is no gain,
because of what you do,
I think you enjoy watching other's pain,
the look in their eyes,
of hurt and strain,
do you enjoy not being able to sleep,
because promises of love,
you cannot keep,
do you enjoy tears being cried for you,
do you ever care,
about the things you do,
now that you've left,
and no one cares,
how does it feel to know,
the emotion you've always wanted will never be there. |
