Bent over backwards,
Accepting your pain;
You hurt; I hurt,
It all feels the same.
Running in circles,
Saving you from yourself;
What does it matter?
I can't even save me from myself.
I hate to look in the mirror,
Swallowed by loathing and doubt;
I want to feel needed,
But I feel so left out.
I jump through hoops for you
And get nothing in return;
I try so hard to love you,
But, all of it, you spurn.
I'm down on my knees,
Begging for recognition.
I know you'll do nothing to appease;
Your apathy outweighs my ambition.