Mistreated and made thin
and bad because of the
choices I have made.
You were the part that I missed
the most. The way you misbehaved
and the silence that
could not be repaired
No one wanted you more than I
But I am always last in line
The girl that's standing just before the bed
putting you to sleep after a long,
mind-numbing day. You
hardly see me standing
near you, so I feel miles away.
Missing you makes me sick
Needing you makes me rive
My soul races
my heart tries to keep up
but it falls behind
Mistreated, and fallen far from a dream
I look for the bridge back home to you
I see you so far from me
and I award myself the chance not to look
I close my eyes and try to release the growing pain.