Woundering why

Why dont you listen to me
why dont you care for me
why dont you see me for who i am
why cant it be the same way it was in the begining

I sit here at night woundering what to do
i cry un till my face is blue
its as if you have left me for the last time
i used my fake expresson of the mime
you used to be there when you i need you
you dont seem to talk to me no matter what I do
its like you used me to find one another
you used to be the one that i could talk to other than my mother
I was there for you when you need me
whos there for me now that i need you
you said you would be there for me
where are you now
your in his arms relying on him
i used to be the one that was there for you
how could you leave me here
woundering endlessly beside my self