I see you happy, I see you glad, I only wish that it wasn't me who was sad. It's selfish, I know, But You're the one who made me stoop so low. You moved on but I never will, the only thing I can do is take one of every pill. I sit beneath where you lied to my face, it is life instead of death that I must now outrace. The blackness is creeping into my eyes so slowly, for support I leaned on you solely. Now you are gone and I am done crying, I am through with all of your lying. I saw you with your new boyfriend so happy and care-free, but my final question before I die is, why didn't you want me?
