I glare at you as I watch
Your ten pounds of eyeliner tear down from your eyes
And solemnly hit the floor
Thoughts conflicting in my head of what I should do to you, wh**e
Part of me wants to give you a hug and tell you it's all okay
Another wants to spit in your face
I'm glad I left you that day
I'm not as depressed as you say I am
No, not as much as you scream at me
And you wonder why I am this way
And why I have to leave
You push my face into the dirt
And promise me that you care
We have to stop doing this
We both aren't even there