You think you are alone,
in your sorrow and your woes,
well move over, 'cause you've got company;
You're so full of yourself,
and your double standardness,
don't you see what this is doing to me?
Each teardrop that I cry,
you can't see them in my eyes,
or do you choose to turn away from me;
And each time you accuse,
don't you know I feel abused,
you treat me like a Bimbo, can't you see?
I've never said I'm perfect,
never told you how you've hurt me,
I assumed you could see it in my face;
This house is not a home,
where did all the laughter go,
oh, but how I've come to truly hate this place.
I can't take it anymore,
so I'm walking out the door,
"Goodbye", is the last word you will hear;
I know you don't love me,
and it is plain for all to see,
but this time, I'll not shed a single tear.