it came on in the car
he smiled and said
'that's you'
me? a pretty boy?
he meant it.
'yeah, you. you're a pretty boy.'
and i wanted to tell you so badly
he calls me lovely girl
and pretty boy
but you're not here
i wanted to tell you
he lets me fight
my own battles
but still holds me afterwards
while i cry and cry
but you won't listen
i wanted to tell you
he doesn't tell me i'm perfect
he notices how i'm growing
but you don't care
i wanted to tell you
he rolls his eyes at my
terrible jokes
and goes on to make his own
but i tell other people now
i wanted to tell you so badly,
but i don't anymore.
because this isn't about
how much i miss you
it's always been about
how much he loves me
~mj