with all that I've done

Woke up this morning
waited till noon
had a cigarette
thought of you
wished that you'd fought for me
the way that I fought for you

Although it was crazy
and perhaps deranged
showing at your work
a moment so strange
I poured my heart out
left it on the floor
watched as you stomped it
as you walked out the door

hold on to the pain
of all that I've done
but don't know the half
of what I've become
In the darkness I'm weak
alone and afraid
scared I'll always live
with moments of shame

I'd tell you the truth
but I know that you'd run
Wish I could trust you
with all that I've done.