glassy eyes that used to glow,
empty smiles used for show

you won't say it; she already knows
claim you'll stay, but you plan to go

your skipping glances told her so

If you've been waiting for the best moment to leave, you should take it. I'll watch you go with a smile on my face and scars on my heart, but I won't bother to stop you. It isn't worth it; I've shed more tears for you than you ever deserved. Don't worry, the door is still open from the last time you left.

How loud do I have to scream
before you realize that I'm broken?

How often do I have to say I'm hurt
before you kiss the pain away?

How many tears do I have to shed
before you love me like I love you?