You weren't good for me.
But like a virus, you'll never leave.

I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
I'm doing my best to remind myself of the awful things you did.
But you won't go away, no matter how hard I try

I have an ache in my heart,
like a virus,
that tells me you might have found a new man.

But I don't know. Is it simple insecurity.

I want to leave you,
But I don't want you to leave me.

Born like a kid,
Believed like a child,
Thought like a philosopher,
Depressed like a prisoner,

Felt like a sinner,
Hated like a lawyer,
Ate like a veterinarian,
Lied like a politician,

Read like a historian,
Saw like a physician,
Slept like a pharmacist,
Smelt like a scientist,

Spoke like a priest,
Heard like an economist,
Loved like a counselor,
Tasted like a rich bachelor,

Worked like a tool,
Cheated like a fool,
Walked like a diplomat,
And died like a cat.

I wanted to give you my everything but I realized that I don't owe you that
I think that if you really loved me you'd be happy with me giving you nothing
Nothing tangible

But even so, I'd give you my heart if I could
I'd literally rip it out with my bare hands and give it to you
but my hands wouldn't work without my heart and I know you wouldn't take it on your own

I'd give you the sun, take it out of the sky and put a big ribbon on it
if it's absence wouldn't leave the world and everyone in it cold and lifeless
And maybe even then I still would

I'd give you the very breath out of my lungs as long as you used it to sigh

You told me you loved it when I sighed
I sighed when you told me you loved me
I guess this is a sort of paradox

I think the whole love thing is a sort of paradox
The only way out I know is out of your front door
because you pushed me towards it so many times

But I got lost in your lips
when I was trying to tell you everything
until I realized that I don't owe you that

A walking paradox
That is who I am
With a fiery passion that blazes within me
That shines through the darkness
A fire that burns me inside

But alas, that fire meets it's counterpart
The cold, dark ice that freezes from inside my soul
The icy storm that roars in my eyes
So cold and dead
This ice freezes my blood

My life is but a paradox
With two at war
The flaming passion that drives me forward
And the cold ice that freezes me in the past

When passion and hate clash within a soul
What is to be expected?
A burning inferno of passion?
That sets the world ablaze
Or a cold storm that wrecks havoc and chaos?
That freezes all in its path?

My life is but a paradox
I try to move forward
But I'm too lost in the past to make any progress

As fire and ice clash,
These cold eyes see all
This burning heart feels all
Which is stronger?
The burning will to live?
Or the cold, analytical desire for destruction?
This is my living Paradox