I stood at your doorstep at the dead of night.
You didn't look or squeal with surprise.
I stood and I stared, not daring to sleep.
But you slept, ignoring me in the cold.
I waited all day and all night for this moment,
But you gave me the cold shoulder.
I grew weak and tired standing outside, but didn't give in.
You left me to freeze and perish.
I looked up at your window for your face,
But it wasn't there.
I felt the darkness take in, and peace washed over me.
You slept while I let go of my line.
You didn't cringe.
You didn't cry.
You didn't come to comfort me.
You didn't see me, and I didn't see you.
No joy, no nothing.
I gave my life for you, and you didn't care.
Not one bit.
Of all the things I had to do, I did this just for you.
But you didn't care.
Not one bit.
Morning comes, light streams through the windows,
The birds chirp the time of day.
You see it, you wake up.
But I didn't.
Was it my fault?
Was it yours?
The finger of blame,
The finger of blame.
You can't stop it,
Neither can I,
But no one can deny, deny
But no one can deny, deny
