You were the closest thing to me
My other half...

It's like you don't care anymore
Like I'm no longer here...

You judge me before I'm known
Is this truly fair at all...

They feelings I get,
They're unreal...

Creepy and crawly
They're oh so naughty...

"It can't be fixed"
You say...

Lack of happiness
No focus...

Self pity is what you give me
Flowing ribbons of growing pain...

Lack of impression
No control...

I just want to go away
Collapse into myself...

You say I can't fix it
Like it just can't be done...

"No fixing," you say
As you walk away...