He doesn’t see the pain in my heart,
The pain that’s tearing me apart,
Why can’t he love me right,
And notice the obvious that’s in his visual sight,
That I need him to be here for me,
But I’m not the type to make a savy plea,
I give him blank on points and  signs,
But he never can read the lines,
I hate it and I am worn out,
With a thousand holes and one big gout,
I trust you to be smart and protect me your girl,
But it doesn’t happen and I’m at the point I want to hurl,
Goodnight sweet dreams at least that’s what we say,
And everyday I pretend that I’m okay..