less and less (more and more)

may.1.2003

Every day that passes,
less and less you care.
Every time I miss you,
less and less you're there.

I hate the way this happens,
cause it always works the same.
The way in which I'm hurting,
is just a twisted game.

The less and less you love me,
the more and more I bleed.
The less and less I matter,
the more of you I need.

less and less I'll see you,
no time you have for me.
more each day I'm dying,
for what will never be.