I cried myself to sleep last night, more than I have before.
I cut myself much deeper tonight, As I lay mesmerized upon the floor.
Days you just look at me, Like you really care.
But there are those few selective days, When you act like I'm not there.
Which of the two is it, I must ask of you.
If I show how much I want you baby, Will you want me too.
I think of you all the time, It is hard for me to not.
But half the time you leave me here, Leave me here to rot.
So would you just make up your mind, I'll be fine either way.
Deep down I know you love me, i just happen to like to complain.
