Miss Me

Here I am now; I’m standing right in front of you

I’m standing here more exposed than I could ever want

You have me wrapped around your little pinkie

And I feel so trapped and alone

Don’t pretend like you have ever cared for me

Don’t just act like this is our story to be told

Because baby, I’m ready to move on, to break free

Our of your clutches and dark cold hands

If I left, would you care? If I left you, would you miss me?

If I ran away would you want to come find me?

If I hid from you, if I abandoned my place, in your hell

Would you care? Would you miss me at all?

Once upon a time, long long ago, I used to care for this little boy

The he turned around and he broke me completely

And I was left with nothing at all

Nothing to live for, nothing to live for

But now I’m tired of feeling so unworthy

And I’m scared that soon I’ll lose myself absolutely

So I’ll tiptoe my way out of your grasp

And run quietly, soundlessly into the night

If I left, would you care? If I left you, would you miss me?

If I ran away would you want to come find me?

If I hid from you, if I abandoned my place, in your hell

Would you care? Would you miss me at all?

And I’m happy where I am, I’m happy to be me

I’m happy to finally say that I’m free

I’ve moved on and I can hardly remember

The days when I felt so much pain

And once in a while, I’ll sit by myself

And remember the boy that I once loved

And I’ll allow myself one single tear

For everything that could have been

If I left, would you care? If I left you, would you miss me?

If I ran away would you want to come find me?

If I hid from you, if I abandoned my place, in your hell

Would you care? Would you miss me at all?