I realized today
that you don't really care.
It was always about you,
and that's not fair.

Oh I love so much,
it pains my insides.
But you don't love me back.
It was always lies.

I don't think you're capable
of loving like this.
Is there ever anything
behind those kisses you give?

Love is just your tool,
to help keep you warm.
To make you feel good
through the rain and the storms.

I called you up tonight.
I needed to talk.
I was so desperate
to lift off this rock.

Heavy on my shoulders,
I needed your strength.
But you provided little comfort.
You went to no lengths.

And then I began to feel
guilty for bothering you.
Now it hurts even more
because I've realized what is true.

I was always there for you,
as I am today.
And I'll be there still tomorrow,
if your sky grows dark and grey.

But you, you're only caring
when you're looking for support.
Someone to rid you of those feelings
and make certain they abort.

Why didn't I realize this
from the very start?
And why'd you have to go
and break apart my heart?