Pocket.

I guess you forgot.
I never got to show you.
What I'm really about.
How the hell am I suppose to live without your touch.
How the hell do you expect me to go on.
I didn't think you would want to see me cry.
I don't even have a place in your heart anymore.
But I was scared to get hurt so, I never gave you my all.
You would push me and tell me I wasn't worth shit.
Pushed me into your pocket for whenever you wanted me.
And I'd still be there.
I remember the first time I looked into your eye's.
You told me I was different.
I believed you.
Every word you gave to me.
If I ever saw you.
You would bring that horrible pain to my heart, once again.
You said you were my lover and my best friend in one.
I swore you looked like a angel the first time I saw you.
I thought you would always be there for me.
You made me feel like dying.
Never felt that type of pain before.
When I heard you weren't doing so well.
It seemed like I was the one who took your life away.
I'm the bad guy?
I just wanted you to be happy.
But I didn't know you were going to regret me.
The times we shared.
But look at yourself now.
Without me, What are you?
Nothing.
Like I'm nothing.
But you know If I wanted to.  
I could end it right here.
But I'll go on living.
Just knowing your out there somewhere.
But this I do confess.
I'm sorry for the pain.
I made you feel.
But If you really loved me as much as I believed you did.
I wouldn't be sitting here.
Remembering you.
You would be here.
Holding me.
But all I have now are memories of you.  
How could you look me dead in the eye.
Lie straight to my face.
Didn't you care at all?
Am I really not worth anything...
Maybe if you cared things would of been different.