My broken heart is slowly being put back together,
with nothing from you,
no help, no never.
You say you do love me. I'm beginning to think it untrue.
Cause if you did,
you wouldn't do the thing that you do.
Constant pain is all you provide,
but sometimes I smile when I see that look in your eyes.
I've waited here for you oh so very patiently.
Resenting the way I'm treated.
But that's a feeling I keep latent.
I try to be angry, though mad I cannot stay.
I've said some things I regret, and my depression is the price that I pay.
I long for the love you gave me,
I hope to have it back someday,
but in this life if I've learned one thing, it's for every bit of happiness someone has to pay.
