I call this: "Wasted Away".

Especially when it makes me cry.

I see something get torn apart
Feeling every thread tug and rip away
Knowing that here I sit
Feeling her get destroyed with every word you say.

I can't believe you can't see it
That she knows what she doesn't want to be true.
And to think you were still trying
To think I had trusted you.

I get torn apart between the two of you
Your indecisive mind contracting a new poisenous thought.
To see the fear that embraces her with his course robes
To see the truth that you have been caught.

Choose your destiny, there is a way.
Hope is still there, don't let it waste away.