She sits there waiting, waiting for something to happen
Scared of the truth, how will she tell him
Scared of how he might react, what will he say
What about what will she do
She hears a voice, she hears the pain
she sees the tears, the agony
she hears everything he’s been saying, she sees everything
he has done, how could he, he was mine
Should I leave or question his actions, or shall I play his game
what if I play back and watch him suffer then BOOM
I go in for the kill and call him out or…
shall I just leave this be
Not only do I care, I don’t want to care for his feelings
Is that selfish, if yes then how when he took his knife
and stabbed me in the heart and watched me burn in inside
he watched me cry, he knows my pain, how could he
what do I do, I am so confused
he sat by and watched me break, fall and crumble into broken pieces, he has torn me down
what do I do now
Please give me the answers to my problems
why does life throw us the pain of heartbreak and neglect
what do we do then
What do I do now