The things we do.
The things we try and prove.
Are they really good for me?
Am I benefiting you?

Sometimes I don't know why.
I mean- I fight , I lose.
Why should I try?
My demons will never leave me.
Even if I push them out! I beg! I cry!

And I want you to see,
Only all the good in me.
But I have come to realize,
Sometimes things, they just don't die.
They only tend to multiply.

And I know what I've done shame.
I've taken all the blame.
I've stabbed at myself.
Tore myself up.
Said I'd never do again the same.

For you I want to be your Queen.
Right by your side,
You know what I mean.
Your side kick, your hero.
Your ultimate love. Your friend,
And everything in between.

But then I fail to live up to expectations.
To you, I bet that's an understatement.
It's only for you I tried to be-
I only ever tried to achieve-
Something I could not conceive.

And I am so in love with you.
I love everything you do.
But are you really good for me?

And am I benefiting you?