You ask about me everyday
but i never be seem to be the one your are asking
you say you love me
but you never tell it to my face
i cant go on living like this
i cant go on hating you
all i want to do is see you
even if its just for a few minutes
id be able to live with it
maybe if i got to know you
i could actually love you
but loving you is like loving a stranger
its useless
its just a waste of time
but to you i guess thats what i am
im basically worth less
to you im like an old trinket
when i was new you couldnt get enough of me
but now that ive aged a bit
you couldnt care less
i guess im as much a stranger to you as you are to me
but you can change that
very easily
with
a call here or there
a letter once or twice a month
or a visit some time during the year
you can fix you wrongs
and perfect your rights
but one thing you can never mend is this broken heart of mine
