Figure It Out

I wish you would figure it out that I wake up and I think of you. I wish there was someway that you'd know that every little thing reminds me of you. You told me we were forever, well I guess forever came too soon. I abhor the fact that you treat me like you own me. You tell me you love me and when things get tough, you back out. The sad thing is.. if you came running back, I'd probably still be here, waiting for you. I want the key to your chains, so I can break free from you. So I don't need you anymore, because you sure as hell don't need me. You could care less if I was dead or alive. So why do I hold on.. What exactly am I holding onto?.. Absolutely nothing. I'm holding onto thin air, falling a million miles down. Somebody not-so wise once told me, that nobody ever figures it out. I don't believe him. Please, prove him wrong and figure it out that I'm always here, right here. Figure out that I still love you. Figure it out that every single guy that comes my way, I compare to you.. and they're not good enough. Figure it out that there's only one guy that will let me spray their jacket with girly perfume. There's only one guy that will stay on the phone with me for nine hours. There's only one guy that I've ever woken up and he's right there.. And that guy, is you.