I cannot fathom how you live your life.
Same thing; over and over and over again.
I wish you could realize your affect on people.
The vicious words and actions you repeat,
Only show how low of a person you are.
Some think of you as a respectable woman.
I think of you to be the worst creation on earth.
Dramatic you only seem, your taste for attention increases.
It builds and builds until the wrong people are on your side.
I do not pity you anymore.
You do this on purpose.
You're worthless to me.

I wish I had someone I could tell everything to.
To completely relate beyond judgement.
And that person would look me in the eyes, and whisper "I adore you."
That person would listen.
Listen to my fears and my thoughts like it were the most interesting thing in the world.
I want to relate to someone.
I need someone.
I need a relationship to call "us" when it is entirely two parts.
Relating to someone is a dream for me.
And I can't change who I am for anyone else.

Why did you do those things you said you'd never do.
Go behind my back,
Chase things against our path.
We knew what we wanted,
And now you only know yourself.
Changing minds all around you,
While shattering dreams one at a time.

You are not who I fell in love with,
And I'm sorry.
Sorry that I believed who you said you were.

You broke my heart.

Elegant and kind,
remarkable and beautiful,
But you only see the tiny things.
Your body hurts you.
It shakes your confidence,
especially when you need it most.
You're in too deep.
Be good to yourself.
It's time for you to open your heart.
Open it for yourself.
Please.
You are elegant.
You are kind.
You are remarkable.
You are beautiful.

You left me.
We used to laugh and talk in every room of our house,
Now I rest alone in our bed.
I loved the way you needed me, as I needed you.
But it wasn't real.
You let me love you, and pulled away when I loved you most.
We weren't good together, like I thought we were.
Why does that happen?

I don't know why I do it to myself.
I guess it's what I'm used to.
I usually sit alone in the park,
No one to accompany me.
I see something funny,
and I laugh by myself.

It's not that I'm rude, or mean, or even nice.
It's that I'm different,
Something of substance of what usually you cannot find.
I'm not arrogant, nor shallow.
Not ***** or angry.
Just myself.

I once tried to be like others, laughing like them.
But I didn't get anywhere.
I'm not like them, they're shallow and rude.
So I tried something different, something noble,
And I just found myself laughing.
Alone, thinking of my ups and downs.
Sitting at the table with my toast,
Laughing by myself.