YOU DON'T REALISE

I keep telling myself it's over,
Every time that you bring me down.
Then I think that you don't realise,
And my mind talks my heart around.

You don't realise how much you hurt me.
You don't realise how much I care.
How could you mean the things you do?
You don't realise, you're not aware.

You don't realise, because if you knew,
You'd show some concern, wouldn't you?
Surely you wouldn't purposely,
Behave towards me so badly?

Then again, perhaps I don't realise,
The truth of it all and what's what.
I shouldn't be surprised at your actions.
It's dawned on me. I'm not.

25 March 2002