you did not see me crumblin g under the weight of my thoughts you did not see the tear slip down, rolling down my cheek
maybe you did not care. maybe i'm tired of always being the second choice maybe i want to feel important and loved and worthy and maybe you can't do that for me and maybe that's okay i've lived my entire life like this, what's a while more?
thank you for being there during all the good times, they were few and far in between but you were there i guess. you were always there.