Do I mean anything to you?

The questions we ask ourselves when our love if fighting against our sadness to quench our curiosity.

Why do I keep going back to this when I know it's just going to result in me getting hurt over and over again. Why can't you just make up your mind? Can't you see what you do to me? Can't you see how happy we are when we're together? You can't say you're not happy with me, Because that happiness I see in your eyes when you look at me is hard to fake, Take it from someone who is a master at hiding her feelings. Can't you see that I'm a damn trainwreck when you're gone, but when you're with me I'm healthy and I'm happy? I'm not your damn puppet and you need to make up your mind before I just finally say enough of this. Hell.. I shouldn't have to put up with this, this damn long! Shouldn't that mean anything to you? Does it mean anything to you? Do I mean anything to you? I just don't know anymore.