I Die A Little

Each time he goes I die a little
Anytime he ignores me I die a little
And my heart breaks a little
Every time he goes, without a goodbye
And my heart aches a little 
Without him, I die a little
As I think about he more than a little
And my heart cry's a little
As my eyes cry out a little
And my tears flows out a little
When I see him about without I
He takes the piss out of me a little
He takes me for granted a little
Am quite sick of it a little
Why can't he just get on his bike
And ride out of my life...Just a little
I've had enough of it much more than a little
I'd love a little praise just a little;
As they use me more than a little
Taking advantage of me much more than a little
Expecting me to be there all the time, more than a little
Commenting in how he does...A little
His rather more than selfish a little
He says not much to me at any time...
Commenting on those others more than a little
Living me high and dry, more than a little
Each time he goes I die a little
Yet he expects me to be there a little
Always with a smile all the time a little
But my heart always dies a little
My throat constricting much more than a little
Each time he goes without a goodbye; I die a little
So why the hell do I cry more than a little
Each time he goes I can help not
But cry...