He Looks Right Through Me

I cut my hair today, he liked it long

That dress he loves, No need to put it on

I don’t know why I put my make-up on my face

He dosen’t notice anyway

I don’t call at noon, anymore

When he comes home at night, I don’t meet him at the door

No, I don’t know if he even knows I’m here

I could disappear

I could slip right thru his hands and he wouldn’t even feel it 

I could scream I could yell like I’m all by myself cuz he wouldn’t even hear it

All I get is an empty stare

When I look him in the eye

I swear—He looks right thru me

I feel like a window with the curtains drawn

Like a painting with all the color gone

No I’m not the girl that I used to be

She’s a memory

I could slip right thru his hands and he wouldn’t even feel it 

I could scream I could yell like I’m all by myself cuz he wouldn’t even hear it

All I get is an empty stare

When I look him in the eye

I swear—He looks right thru me

Would he even notice I’m not here

Would he even care

Would he even shed a single tear

I swear

I could slip right thru his hands and he wouldn’t even feel it 

I could scream I could yell like I’m all by myself cuz he wouldn’t even hear it

All I get is an empty stare

When I look him in the eye

I swear—He looks right thru me