• If I could inject into your veins this pain,
    I would just so you would know.
    Just so you could feel the sliding of sharp tears down your face.
    The burning of your heart,
    And the sharp aches of your stomach.
    Here I am feeling like the black sheep once more.
    And there you go doing what you want,
    At the cost of whatever price it may hold.
    The pictures of smiles disgust me.
    I wasted my day waiting for you.
    Where was your voice?
    Where was your presence?
    Where was your heart?
    I hope that what you wanted was worth this price.
    The cost of me.
    I am the ring on your finger...
    So tightly wound that I will never fall off.
    I am a doll that sits in the deepest crevice of your closet...
    Waiting to be held.
    I feel like the Cinderella who missed the ball.
    The clock struck twelve,
    And no one told me where to go.
    The walls became my company.
    As I waited for you to finally take notice of me.
    My fairy godmother never came...
    I never got a dress.
    All I got was another set of tears.
    All the princesses,
    Got to be with you.
    But I can never be your princess.
    So this princess spends another night alone...
    Wishing you felt the pain she did.
    Wanting you to want her as much as she wants you.