It cuts like a knife to know your love for me
is quickly disappearing out of sight.
You used to be the only one to stop my tears,
now you are the reason they drip from my eyelids.
It's like you wanted to love me
because you saw what I could be,
but knowing that if I was your masterpiece,
you would paint me differently.
Therefore I question if you ever really loved me at all?
Perhaps you once did -
until you realised you couldn't change me after all.
And there's a small part of me
that wants to drown my sorrow with drink,
and burn my past away with drugs,
just to prove your right;
that I am not who you think I can be,
and I am not worth fighting for.
