And who the hell am I?
An antioptomist?
An antifulfillment?
An antievident?
The time has gone away
My life is here to stay
My heart is trembling
I have no other way
To be.
To be.
I'll leave.
But only if you want me to.
And all the things I've said to you
I mean them every day.

And what the hell am I?
An overused cliche.
A footprint in the dust
About to blow away.
I am so goddamn selfish
In the sense that I can never leave you
Be

Sometimes I fear the only way
That you could find your happy is without me.
And you'd be free
And then I wouldn't be so selfish anymore
By drenching you with all the feelings that I pour
And I would slowly rot away
My nerves would slow and sure decay
But you could fly
You could soar
And I would
be the casualty
But I'm a moody moron anyways
And though you've told me otherwise
I still can't help but feel that I
Am leeching you bone-dry
And I don't mind it anyways
The pain
That I don't ever want you saying that you're sorry for
Because I caused it
I don't understand it
But I caused it
Inside of me somehow
Maybe I'm just yesterday
Or any day
And even if you choose to survive with me or without me
I'll still love you all the same