When no one was there, I went away and I never came back quite the same.
When no one was looking it was all I could do to keep from hurting myself, but you weren't there, you didn't even care.
When I was alone all I could do is cry, for nothing is the same, or ever will be again.
You kept on moving and left me alone, and I was alone, left in my own remorse too embarrassed and ashamed to even try.
When I picked myself up and finally was ready to face life again, you came back and kicked me right down again. Then I was there, by myself and crying.
How can I face my pain if you are always looking over my shoulder? You're not there, no one is there. You disappear when I need you most.
I am left alone, ready to cry, to breakdown to loose my own sense of self.
When no one was there, I left again, and this time there may not be a next time.
No one is there and I no longer care.
