How many times have I cried over you More than you know Too many to count My well should be dry And still I can't say that I miss you.
How many times have I tried to do things for you To make you happy To see you smile It's all I want And still I can't say that I love you.
How many times have you assured me that you're mine The times I didn't believe you I still don't Because you lied And that's why I can't ask if you miss me.
I'm not proud of this one in any way, it was just an angst thing to get something off my chest.