Why?

You seem to walk away,
with no desire or compassion,
not knowing where i am
or bothering to call
you could always make me feel that small.

I try my best to make you smile,
i was always there just for a while,
to please you in my up most way,
to have you there all through the day.

but things soon changed,
and you got bad,
always walking out so mad,
from down the pub,you'd come home raged,
swaying,cursing,i have no change.

whatever i seemed to do was wrong,
and even tho i seemed so strong,
you hurt me in a way that wont go,
but in a way that surely will always show.

i want you to be sorry,
for all you put me through
but no matter where life takes you
your always just be you...