My days are not yet numbered
My time is still my own...

I always wonder how you do it
Each and everyday...

He stands by the window with a sad look
his daddy took his brother on a fishing trip...

That used to be me up there in his arms
now I watch from a distance as I'm replaced in his...

Little boy dressed in green
held a picture up to me...

He had another family he ran to
another little girl and boy...

I can't say I'm sorry
you got what you gave...

You didn't have to say the words
I saw them in your eyes...

There's a boy on the cornerof my street
who goes to my school...

I laid awake for hours
awaiting my goodnight hug...

Pictures of them fill my walls
faces without a name...

I couldn't believe what he said as he walked out...
he said I was wasting his time and he didn't love...