“Did You Ever Know?”
October 25, 2000

I’m packing my things and closing the door
So that my heart won’t hurt anymore
So that I don’t have to see your face
And think of myself as a disgrace

You make me feel bad, you make me bleed
You make me wish I had a creed (to believe in)
You make me want to run and hide
So I can look at the darkness inside
. . . Did you ever know?

I’m down the stairs and through the hall
The uncertain future is my only call
I could die on the street and rot out there
I bet you wouldn’t even care

You make me want to die, you make me cry
You make me put on a mask and lie (to live on)
You make me feel like I’ll never survive
You leave me barren -- with nothing to revive
. . . Did you ever know?

I’d rather sit and cry all night
Then face you and actually put up a fight
I couldn’t do it -- I don’t have the power
I’ll continue to lie in my tears for another hour

You make me hate myself, you make me scream
You make me wish this life was a dream (a nightmare, really)
You make me die a little with every day
You give me no good reason to stay
. . . Did you ever know?

No, you never did know.
Because I never told you.
But now you do know.
And it’s too late.
Your last chance is already gone.
I’m already out the door . . . and out of your life.