does it really hurt that bad?
to live, to breathe
no, I no longer pity you
you know you can change, I tried
and tried
to help
but you declined and declined
I praised you, I told you I understood
you denied everything
do not expect me to watch you fall
and think
what if I could have done more
so much feeling invested
for someone who won't even try
when you fall, when you relapse
I wasted so much time and effort,
when you break down
you can cry on another shoulder
do not expect me