Am I selfish or are you?
Cant you see that I handle things different than you do?
Why do you conspire to do things the way I dont want to?
You bring up things just because they do not suit you
Just cause I dont see things the way you do
You and I are different and Im fine with it but are you?
Maybe thats how you dont see it but I do
Maybe I dont understand but you dont either
Not the way I do.
Everytime I feel like something is right you bring up old wounds
Wounds that make me feel like I was the one who did it to you.
And maybe to you its true.
I am the monster thats scarred you
If so why are you with me?
Why am I with you?
Why am I the monster?
If im the monster who are you?
My hostage? My lover?
How am I to live with the things I do?
Knowing that whatever I do Ill hurt you
You say that the good times are much more than the bad
And yet why are the bad times that are so true?
And just maybe it isnt all that comes to your mind but for me its not true
They haunt my thoughts
Give me nightmares
Everytime you bring them up
It makes me believe that I am the monster thats scarred you.
Ive come to believe that I am the monster to you
And maybe its really true
Am I safe enough to be with you?