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Will He Even Notice...?
Sitting here I'm slowly dying
Too, fed up to just keep trying.
It never works, it never helps
And every time, my heart, he melts.
He builds me up, then knocks me down and leaves me there alone.
It's not the first time, not the last. I guess I should have known....
My courage; gone. My heart; destroyed.
He uses me like I'm just some toy.
He needs me now, then he's gone again.
When will this self-torture end?
Where is the nerve I used to have?
Why must I make myself so sad?
I stay, repeatedly taking the beatings.
He comes, then goes quickly, leaving me bleeding.
I need the strength to carry on.
Will he even notice that I'm gone...?
