why is it
that i ignore you or pretend i don't see you when i very well know you've noticed me
but you pretend you don't see me when i'm just there, noticing you.

Listen to the song here in my heart
a melody I start but can't complete

Listen to the sound from deep within
Its only beginning to find release

Ohh the time has come for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen

Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own

You should have listened
There is someone here inside
Someone I thought had died
So long ago
Oh I'm screaming out
And my dreams will be heard
They will not be pushed aside or turned
Into your own
All 'cause you won't listen

Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of meI followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own

I don't know where I belong
But I'll be moving on
If you don't, if you won't

Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody I start, but I will complete

Now I am done believing you
You don't know not what I am feeling
I'm more than what you've made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me
But now I got to find my own - my own

wretched,
gutted
or just plain hurt.
i've never been played this way before

i'm not going to sleep tonight. i just don't want to.
because once darkness blankets me, i might just soak my pillow with salty streams.
why why why was i so ready to believe
even after all the others
why did i have to fall for this
why was i so eager to trust
why was i so stupid this time

i took a chance
i took it hard
and down here from the ground i see who you are.

i guess i was right all along:
pretty don't mean a thing.

can you please
shut the door
i think i need to cry
now.
i think i need you to leave
now.
so i can get you out of my head
and my heart
and my life
please, just leave.
or do i have to shut you out myself;
shove you out the door in a terribly uncourteous fashion.
i'll have to eventually but -
oh wait, silly me, you have.
but you could have (should have, damn you) closed the door.