Does he realize, what he has done to me,

and all he’s put me through?

He’s used me over and over again,

and ripped my heart in two.

I feel just like a piece of paper,

that he crumbles up and throws away.

Then after a while, he thinks about the paper,

and thinks he’d like it to stay.

He pulls it back out of the garbage, and trys to make it look new,

but the damage has been done,

and the cracks cannot be erased.

Why did you remove me from the trash,

in the first place?

I would have been happier,

if you would have just thrown me away.

Then to play these stupid games with me,

and treat me in such an awful way.

Now you just kick around,

the paper, that you’ve waded back up.

Why don’t you just throw me away?

I know I’d probably feel better that way!

How can some be so mean to me,

then claim they love me so?

As tears run down my face,

I won’t give him the satisfaction to know,

about all the pain he’s put me through,

and all the damage that he’s done.

I must confess I stick around,

becaue I have no where to run.