I curse your name, and hold you tight
For you are my sparkle in the dead of night
You are the rock that keeps me sane
I am the picture, and you the frame

That is the way things ought to be
You are you, and I am me
On days like today, though, the line gets blurred
You march straight through me, undeterred

You **** and poke 'till your heart's content
I groan and moan yet eventually relent
All day long I push the thought of you away
Knowing full well I'll succumb before the end of the day

But I don't understand what else I'm to do
For I'm always going to be me
Plagued by you.