Witness all the little things in life I can't seem to find.. I asked for your story because I wanted to feel your pain to understand So I found you, there in your post apocalyptic paradise As you wrote the words to me slowly shedding light on the nature of your place Lost between the words whispered from the lips of your so called dream.. Your puzzle to me summed up in the sentence I'm not her Its too late to ask you out with a stegosaurus card My mom wont make you spaghetti I don't have a soccer team you can guest play on, I cant meet you at a picnic Compared to what you had I'm a shadow And thats all you'll ever let me be And I thought I could hear it, the nature of your inability to care for me... but now it sits on my shoulder Sometimes shifting its talons I cry because you don't see me And all the things I have done for you seem like nothing when I look at them through your eyes But they were everything to me each little offering offering of affection given to make you smile every endeavor to make you happy turned back and given to me as thorns but you don't care you are very sorry you say, but you just don't care you can't and the worst part is I understand now.. I can see how she's better in every way except for that she left you all alone So I can't fix you, I can't patch up the pieces she tore out on her way out the door I can talk to you, I can be there, but I can't make you see her any other way I'm just nothing to you.. after all this time You'll never talk about me like I'm a goddess.. you'll never look at me that way and it hurts