What does my pain mean to you?
Right now, I can say it means nothing at all.
If I say no you push and push until you get your way.
No matter how many times I say that I cannot do you what you ask.
My cries go unanswered like the trees going into the fall.
My branches are all but gone, yet you still ask for more.
I usually do what you say.
Now I am breaking like the last little tree down the way.
I ask for nothing and yet I am still wrong.
When I tell you no understand that is what I mean.
That my saying no is not meant to hurt you.
Those are just my leaves leaving my soul.
It is hurting me to let them fall.
I have no request and I have no answers.
As the leaves fall know that those are my tears.
Each leaf is tear I wish I did not have to shed.