I wish you were there,
Running your fingers through my hair.
Or to be there holding me tight,
After we've had a horrible fight.
But you never are,
Leaving me miserable with a scar.
That still bleeds when I cry,
And I cry whenever I hear you lie.
You tell me you love me,
When I know that is not what I see.
Everytime you say I love you,
I wonder if you really do.
