I have this sudden disire to be loved,
At the side instead I am shoved...

I used to sit up at my window and wait,
Hoping you'd come home and kiss me goodnight...

I'll sit in the darkness of my room,
Talking quietly to the space...

I didn't feel anything when I bled,
As the blade sliced my arm...

No one even cared,
As I stood and cried...