I feel everything and it's all overwhelming sometimes

I feel like crying and I feel like dying and it's all overwhelming sometimes

I want to be everything that you could ever want me to be

Even though I know that I'll never, ever, be anybody that you really miss and want to see

But I still tried, and continue to try even though you make me feel like crying and even though you make me feel like dying all of the time

You see, I can never look right at your face
I can never stare into your eyes and admit anything about anything at all


You said to me that you can't be the support beam anymore, I have no support beam anymore, and I guess there wasn't really much of a support beam to begin with, but I guess I'm still hanging on to you with the top of my fingers, begging you to stay but slipping slowly anyways

You're far too fragile and unable to deal with the truth that's cold and hard, like the floor I laid on after you passed out drunk in your bed

I cried all night and your window was open and I'll never forget it, and even though you'll never admit it, I was there and I saw first hand "vulnerability" scribbled in fine ink all over your face

But you must have seen it on mine first

But at least I'll admit it