Why You Do the Things You Do

When I was sitting on that couch that day, were you planning on me being your prey,

was it worth using me for the things you craved, knowing my feelings couldn’t be saved,

to this day I still hurt, it’s like an open wound filled with dirt,

tell me why you do the things you do, tell me if it hurts you too, 

if it does there’s nothing I can do, because your decisions are all on you, 

three whole months I haven’t spoke, my parents frantic I awoke,

they ask me if you touched me, and I said it was true, there was not a lot I could do, 

so many times I told my story, now it’s time to awnser my question don’t worry, 

why do you do the things you do, I haven’t got a clue, 

you hurt a lot of people because of it, I feel the most hurt, just a little bit,

you costed not only my feelings but also my mother, 

its been three years, and I have to wait one after another, 

I am done feeling like you won, because you didn’t not this one, 

I will live on and feel better now, your little show is over so take your bow, 

I’ll never understand why you do the things you do, but now the only one that is hurting is you.