He doesn't care about you.
It's the middle of the night
And he closes the door.
Forgets that you're here,
Waiting in the darkness.

He doesn't care about you.
In a second, you don't exist.
You're gone.
Forgotten.
Left.

He doesn't care about you.
Because he closes the door.
And forgets you.
Just like that,
He doesn't care about you.

A break so fine,
                           That dust can't find you.
No glue can keep your insides in.

Scattered and lost, with memories fading,
The last hope for porcelain,
                                                  is lost.

Traveled and weary, bare feet bruised,
I still ask, can I fix you?
                         Carry you home?
My back was built for only you.

I sing to your chorus.
                                     Lonely notes,
Filled with hope, and longing.
Slow, smooth, steady.
Endless,
               Limitless.
It is too late.
                     There is no hope,
                                                    There is no end,
                                                            ­                    "You can't love me."

The wall shall not divide you,
Not in terms of one or two,
Instead it shall be loved ones,
Who hold the heart sliced through,
And should they share their daily bread,
Or offer sips of wine,
One must remember, that after all,
I am not their kind.

you deserve flowers on the pillows
and kisses in the morning

you deserve cold noses
drinking hot chocolate in the snow

you deserve to be sheltered in the rain
with the world’s last umbrella
and never left to forget, just how truly loved you are.