I know you better than you know yourself
I'm practically a stranger to you
I know just how to rile you up
How to make your day
When you're ready to cry, to scream, to laugh...
You don't have to tell me a thing to know what's going on
But you just know my face
My problems mean nothing to you, as if you'd understand anyway
I can't think of a time you were there for ME
You can't figure out the emotions plain as day on my face
Your life is perfect
The family, the friends, everything goes your way, your talents and a best friend who comes at your beck and call
You're not involved in my life
My life of pain, lack of trust and loyalty
I know the world for what it is
Your biggest problem is sacrificing a good time for things more important-not getting your way
You're happy with the way things are
But I can't help but think this is a mistake
That WE'RE a mistake
I'm not happy
I feel neglected and unimportant
I think we both should move on...