| When you say her name When you say her name My heart is pierced, Broken into a million pieces. I know we're not together But it still hurts. It seems as though her name, Just her name, Means more to you than My whole existence will ever mean. Crying myself to sleep last night, I thought, "Why do I even bother? Why do I run to your every request? Why do I try to satisfy your every need? Why do I care if you talk to her? What does this mean? Is it real?" These answers I am unable to supply But maybe you can help with one: Why do you treat me like a queen one moment, And the next like a concubine? I must not be good enough for you... If that is the case, then Maybe I should run to another, And try to satisfy another, And care about another-- Someone who appreciates and reciprocates it Because that will mean something that is real, Since this apparently is not. |