He told me that he loved me,
But his actions said this:
"I love what you do for me,
Now give me a kiss."

"I will not help,
But I want this and that.
Don't you love me?
Please be my doormat."

And I did, because I loved you.
My family saw it before I;
They saw what you were doing,
How you made me want to die.

How you pushed them away,
So I would depend on you alone.
Your resentment quickly grew,
If they even called my phone.

I don't even think you knew
How controlling you became.
You made me question myself,
Made me feel I was insane.

And even now, though it's over,
You have a hold on me.
I hate to admit it, but truth is,
It is plain to see.