Meaningless Noise

...maybe sometimes loving is never going to be enough...

I try thinking that you care,

Even though each time you manage to break my heart,

I pick the pieces up,

One by one with my hands,

And place them together again - hoping...

I try even when you do not care,

Even when you stomp on my spirit,

When all I am to you is no one,

I pick the the pieces up,

One by one with my tears,

And hold them tight again - hoping...

I try even when there is no hope,

That I would be anything but dust to you,

And for you I cried my soul,

And I picked up my broken pieces,

Quietly, one by one...

Hoping...

But you never once cared,

I am but meaningless noise in your life,

And it hurts so much to be a nobody,

When all I want is to be your everything...

So I pick up the pieces,

With bare bleeding hands,

Keep it close breathing - hoping...

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