So, don't you see her pain? You've always beenΒ Β observant Can't you see the sick look of pain in her eyes? After all, you're the cause Your pretty eyes, curtain of *****-blondish hair Sweet smiles, irresistable scent, soft touch Your ingenuity, intelligence, creativity, and kindness Don't you know that's why she fell for you? She doesn't blame you for this split But can't you see that hurts her more? She's got to be strong, got to hold it in for you And for her own sanity, but oh the irony So you can sort yourself out, fix your problem, Don't you know she hasn't cried Hasn't screamed out, tried to smile, for your sake? She knows your problems must be big Big enough to hide it from her, to retreat To ask for a break that you vowed against She's trying like she always has for others Confused, hurt, but mostly worried and longing So for her, be okay, and return She doesn't hate you