My heart’s as selfish as it is oblivious,/because it wants your love so badly/And, in taking what it can get, it finds only hatred resides in your body/Men may cry and experience this pain, calling it heartbreak,/But only cowards sit in the dark and wait for their underlying fate/I don’t hold a grudge for what you did, but what you didn’t do/You took my heart and failed in the end to see it through/And you leave no apology letters or notes of guilt;/So, yes dear, to feel some prolonged bitterness I do still/Seemingly long ago, you stole lipstick from my lips,/And for you to do so now would not amount to shit/Because you listened to my heart beat in my chest,/Having simply listened for a way in like all the rest/Many times you would continue pouring into my innocent eyes,/Only to taint my naive soul with an abundance of lovely lies/They were not shallow and pristine but quite dirty and ugly;/You claimed twisted beauty to a puzzle, solution never seen/So you tell them all now that you cannot hear me/My eyes, my hands, my love; oh, but can you see?/You have to have stolen not only my selfish vitality,But every lasting breath I were willing to breathe/These strings, their one and only job to tug on my fragile heart,/Have snapped themselves; never to love those willing to tear me apart/Yet, here you are, everything I fear/a pitiful coward playing by ear/ I am selfish and I ask more of you every day/ but would it be so damn bad if for once you decided to stay