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I'm wrapped in your arms,
crying out to you
because you hold me captive-
I'm yours for the taking,
and you take what you want.
But you're done with me;
I'm nothing to you anymore.
I've given all of myself,
and I'll give you more, I know,
and you'll take it because you don't believe
that it kills me to touch you,
when to you it means nothing at all.

I'm cracked in half,
broken and split open,
spilling everything to you,
giving you my all,
and you take it and walk away,
leaving me drained and cold here on the floor.

I reach for you,
and I hear you laugh as you walk away-
you kiss her,
take another's hand,
tell another how you want her,
blow me kisses and tell me stories,
tell me how you love me;
but I'm just not enough anymore.

You've taken everything,
and I'll gladly give you more;
I will soon, I know.
But you're not only giving me pain.
I guess I'm not surprised,
I really should have known.

You've been hurting me for so long now
that it's become home here
in this shattered heart of mine.