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.