Do I deserve any of the things I want?
Because, you could've fooled me.
Slowly being reminded of why I was who I used to be.
You can force someone to love you how you want them to,
Or how they did at first,
Or in the way they should've.
This is why, when, and where I want to do everything I could've.
Before you.
Thank you for trapping me in this hell.
Thank you for pretending to be something you're not.
Getting me.
Then tricking me into tying the knot.
I don't like begging to be wanted.
I deserve to feel beautiful all the time.
I'd expect, at minimum, you reciprocate all I do for you.
I give 8, you give 2.
Ten whole minutes of wasted breath.
My love for you is ignored.
Your love towards me is empty.
This is enough to make me want to cry.
Enough to make me wish I'd die.
I'm dead inside.
Your heartless, cold, distant nature will take over me as well,
And you will turn me into the bad guy.
Ignoring all you've done to instigate and break my heart.
You're just incapable of doing wrong.  

(Keep snapping at me, and being mean, and biting the hand that attempts nothing but pleasing you. Every minute of everyday. And I can't even get a genuine kiss. Nothing. This is why I feel I deserve nothing).

You've left me all alone in the same room as you.
And it's colder than the loneliest winter evening.
I can't stand to be here.
Unwanted.