When did my feelings become second to yours? Why are my opinions wrong and absurd? When did my silence become your turn to speak? Why, to you, am I small and weak? Why am I bad even if I’ve done nothing to you? Why, when I give the world, do you ask for the moon and stars too? What have I done to you? Was It something I said? I ask myself these questions alone in my bed. I ponder your feelings, not my own And wonder how heartless one could be to disown Someone so close, yet now so far. When did our lives spread so far apart? I’m sorry for whatever it was that I did, I’m sorry for the thoughts that run through your head. I never wanted this, but I know you do. If you ever changed your mind, you know I’d come back to you. But for now, I sit here, with silence alone To keep me company, while I wait by the phone.