In your dreams I was perfect.
We were perfect.
You took me and made me so high in your mind.
I did the same...
But you were a lonely boy.
Unloved by your father
Coddled by your mother.  
Searching for love anywhere you could find it.
I was supposed to fix that...
Show you the love you missed from your father
Add to the suffocation you secretly enjoyed from your mother.
It was sick
You were sick
You made me sick.
And I couldn't be sick.
You gave me the illusion that I was happy.
Warped my brain
Twisted my heart
Shielded my eyes
Forced me to see things only as you saw them.
We became sick.
An abomination.
A disgusting, disfigured failed attempt at a dream...
Only a dream.
I'm sorry I added to your wounds by fixing mine.
I'm sorry that my rise to freedom left you broken on the floor.
I'm sorry I took so much from you when you wanted me to fix it.
But I can't be sick...
I can't be your father's love...
I can't be your mother's twin...
You're a lonely boy
But you'll be okay.