You Weren't There

The first time you weren't there I forced my mind completely bare

and I waited, waited long enough to confront you that I had lost my angry edge.

The next time you weren't there, I sat down and cried... what could've happened

to make your senses so fried?

I was crushed, confused, broken, and used.

Now you're not here and my heart burns,

I've bottled up my anger for so long the it's making my stomache churn.