Why, oh why, do you leave me?

It's always happened this way,

You'll be gone in the morning,

And return the very next day.

I don't like this feeling,

When there's no one else around,

The house all empty and silent,

And hardly any sound.

I want to be cared for,

And I want to be loved,

Not have my spirits shattered.

My heart should be full and whole,

Not twisted, torn, and battered.