I stay here and I wait. But why? for what?
You don't care.
I get what I am to you, I never leave. I'm loyal, I'm a good person.
So you take advantage of that so you go away and expect me to be here when you get back.
And I always am because part of me believes that you care.
Part of me thinks if I were to stand on the edge of a cliff
you would grab my hand and try to talk me down
but you never do you just push me closer to the edge
so I tell myself that I'm not really that close
that if it came down to it you would catch me
I choose to believe there is good in everyone.
Well thank you for proving me wrong.
I do know one thing for certain
As you watch me fall you would wonder how I got to the edge in the first place
and that is exactly why I smash into pieces
because you don't even realize