Biting my lip, I try to forget you.
If only it were easier.
I thought it would always be me and you,
But I was wrong.
It was always too much or not enough.
Drawing blood, I begin to cry.
You weren't what you appeared to be.
We could have made it if you hadn't been so resentful.
I couldn't, no wouldn't give up everything for you.
How could you even ask such a thing?
I was never good enough for you,
But without me you are nothing.
