Do you know what it feels like,
To know that you are wrong?
And do you know the hurt,
That's always so strong?
Do you know how you crush,
My spirt in your hand?
And how you think that this life,
Is so devine and grand?
Do you ever wonder why,
You treat me as you do?
And how the pain peirces,
My entire soul through?
Do you know you are the cause,
Of this everlasting despair?
And how you push me deeper,
To keep me locked ever there?
Do you ever stop and think,
Of how you hate me as you do?
And how you cause my tears to fall,
I wonder if you even care, do you?
Do you ponder on my dreams,
And to me what they mean?
And of my hearts malcontent,
along with the rips in my jean.
Do you watch me as I sleep,
While wondering what I dream?
And hoping that this life is more,
Than it could ever seem?
