I say you were the wrong man,
       Rather than call it poor timing.
All I want is to help you,
     You've never been good at helping.
Sometimes I think that I've lost you,
     Although you still say you love me.
Is it all in my head?
        Every man out to get me?
Sometimes it makes me feel sick,
        I just want you to be happy.
Sometimes I think I might hate you,
                                                               Or I just shamefully crave you.
Can I still call you my friend?
         With this blatant omission?
And when you look in my eyes,
         Do you see desperation?
I think I need a new prize,
    Escape my humiliation.
I need to trip ***** in Sweden,
Be free from your validation.