Inch by inch, the mask returns.
With each passing day, a stronger fire burns.

I almost don't care if I ever come back.
If the monster never dies; if I ever become Matt.

I'm just tired of hurting people. Tired of killing myself.
Tired of people who don't care. I just need some help.

I don't like using you. I actually happen to like you.
Yes, I was lying every single time I said it wasn't true.

Every "meaningless" kiss, I felt something you do not.
When you're around, I'm alright; away, I'm lost.

I'm not sure how to fix it. I just want us to be friends.
I have too many feelings you don't. And I want that to end.

But should I even let you know? Should I keep it to myself?
Not sure what to do. I just know I need some help...