Gone

If i cared, would I cry,
would I weep when you die,
would i seek where you lie,
or would i just walk on by.

Should i wait for your return,
or wait for loves burn,
or should I just turn,
and change this pattern.

Should I leave the lies,
should I forget your thighs,
when will you realize,
I am the prize.

But you left me here,
no sweet words in my ear,
no pain or fear,
and life is now clear.

No more lies from your mouth,
no more wrappers in the couch,
no more sleeping by myself,
with you left by yourself.