Here I Sit

Here I sit with him but still alone.
He doesn't love me or care.
He doesn't know I'm ever there.
He smiles at me and tells me he loves me, but does he really.
He takes pill and fall asleep at 9.
Yet still has the nerve to tell me he's fine.
I couldn't breath today and almost passed out.
Did he care, no he just passed out.
Selfish and inconsiderate.
He sits with friends and laughs away.
But when it's just him and me he has nothing to say.
I have begun to grow cold and distant.
In all of this he really did me a favor
because if I wasn't with this a@@hole prick I would have never meet the man I love.
My heart belong to him.
So seeing him in his pathetic life is now OK.
Cause I'll never be HIS wife.
So as I sit alone everynight with that secret someone in mind it will be alright.
No more tears or feeling neglected because he doesn't know that I've already left him.