Ever notice when feeling down and blue how every song seems to be about you?
They all seem to know your pain, explain your confusion.
My song hasn’t come on, I feel so alone in this mess.
I just wish things could have played out like they did in my head.
When I see you and have to fake a smile, pretending things have never been better,
I do all I can to fight back the tears.
I want to be mad at you; anger is easier than heartbreak.
Then you go ahead and be my knight in shinning armour.
The strongest friend I could ever ask for,
Understanding every bit of me, willing to make this work.
I want to hate you.
You comfort me from the cold and scary alike, never faltering.
I want to hate you.
You go out of your way for me and ask for nothing in return.
I want to hate you.
You are a steady hand when mine is shaky, a guiding eye when mine is blurry.
I want to hate you.
You fight off my fears, listen to me through the tears, and care for me always.
I want to hate you.
But all I can manage is to hate you that much less.
