I feel like I should be done
with the mess, you left inside my head.
I've had the time to work through it
and keep myself from ending up dead.

I feel like I should be better
since you're gone and in your home.
Why do I focus on the fact
that he's happy and free to roam?

I feel like I should be happy
I've been working on it for months.
Instead, I'm stuck running each night
trying to escape from your labyrinth.

I feel like I should die
maybe that would solve my problems.
But I keep fighting this battle
and demons most can't fathom.