Who am I? I'm confused
I feel like a tool
They use and abuse
I never do anything good enough
I'm a disappointment
I didn't know living with me is so rough
Maybe I should leave
Be a burden to someone else
While you pretend to grieve
It looks good...right?
Make you look holy
Like you never started a fight
You were my best and worst friend
I'm done with you and ranting
This is the end