Why can’t he see me? I’m around here every day.
Maybe his love for me has really gone away.
Maybe it’s my extra fat or my messy bun,
does he lay awake at night and dream up ways to run?
I know I’m not what I used to be, but I’m still the same inside.
I can’t help but feel as though I’ve emotionally died.
Sometimes I wonder if I actually exist, why won’t he look my way?
It hurts so much that he won’t talk to me, I have so much to say.
I need more than this, I surely can’t sustain.
It’s hard to live day to day enduring all this pain.
If you have someone you love, you have to stand and fight.
I guarantee he’ll never know that I cry myself to sleep at night.