Do you feel better now?

Were you looking for a way to make me say goodbye,
A way to crush my heart, a way to make me cry?
Were the words that I spoke really that bad,
or were you looking for excuses to make me feel so sad?

Was the “I'm sorry” just not spoken right?
Are you ignoring it so you can take off in flight?
Was my love not good enough for you,
or do you take joy in making me blue?

Did you feel powerful today,
when you saw the tears and felt me sway?
Was the pain in my features pleasant to see?
The knife, was it twisted deep enough for thee?

Was it a thrill to take me on a path of pure pain,
only to know I'll come back once again?
Do you get the pleasure of seeing I'm weak,
and knowing I can barely begin to speak?

Do you like the fact that I'm physically ill
and the power you have gives you a great thrill?
Do you have any clue that I know you'll not see
the woman your breaking inside of me?

Do you know how lucky you are,
to be able to claim me as your loving star?
Do you know that there are times I could leave,
but I chose to stay with you, and my heart does grieve?

Do you see the cliff edge's sharp, steep drop?
Once I fall, I won't be able to stop.
Are you prepared for the things that you do,
knowing that I'll not come back to you?