Gone for good... why do I care

Since you've been so away

I've cried only to this day

for I was enslaved by you

But I don't know what to do

I felt left behind and neglected

Lonely and foolishly dejected

My life is a movie with no scene

But you are still just as mean

So I struggle to ask myself this

Why do I care? I have been dissed

By you and your ego and amour-propre

Driven off a clif by your own chauffeur

So answer that question if you dare

It's still a mystery. Why should I care?

Why am I still so well longing for you?

All I ever knew was you.