That’s a long time.
That’s how long I was waiting.
Waiting for you to notice me.
Waiting for you to see me.
Waiting for you to say you love me.
Waiting for you to hear me cry myself to sleep,
maybe on just one of those nights
and to ask me what was wrong.
That’s 3,287 chances you had
and you didn’t use any of them.
So now here we are.
You want to make amends
and try to make it up to me for
all the times you ignored me
when I needed you most;
when you were all that I needed.
But you have damaged me.
I cannot be fixed.
I cannot be retaught that I deserve love
after all the times you showed me I did not.