Last night I lay in bed,
Staring at the ceiling above my head,
Tears on my pillow,
Drenched from my complete low,
Hopes raised so high,
Dreaming our next encounter to be nigh,
What was I thinking, I was a fool,
To think I could be anything more than just a tool,
I must be crazy,
Thinking you'd like to see me,
Insane to even dream of it I know,
But silly me I continue to live in hope,
Building myself up just to be knocked down,
Believing someday I can find a love that doesn't bring a frown,
Foolish of me to hope, believe and wish,
When I'm proven wrong for dreaming like this,
Dreams don't come true,
Hoper's end up blue,
Wishing on a star is a make believe act,
Believing in love is self-harming that's a fact,
Why do I continue to suffer this pain,
When you're the only one who gains,
While I lose all respect and effort,
You receive nothing but my love and comfort,
I excuse you for your hurtful words,
For your ignorance, it's absurd,
You seem to avoid seeing me,
You're ALWAYS too busy,
So why am I still around,
Why aren't I somewhere I can't be found?
Maybe I should leave so I can never return,
Maybe I should go someplace safe, never to be burned,
Maybe just maybe my life was meant to be short,
Maybe I was to act out these heinous thoughts,
Life is full of maybes I don't understand,
But one day I promise to my man,
I'll figure out what i deserve and what I will continue to excuse,
I'll finally discover if I'm wanted or just used.
