Scattered pages float in the air
Pictures torn everywhere
In the middle of the bed
I lay curled up clutching my pillow
What brought me to this point who can say
Wast it the fight
Both of yelling and screaming
Was it the way you packed
Or was it me knowing
After all theses years
You really never knew
The real me
The one who loves
The one who hurts
Gives her all and only ask to be respected
Not stomped on like a bug
And left all alone
When things get to complicated
Maybe it was that you never really loved me after all.