What is it I'm hanging onto?
Why is it so hard to know?
I hate myself when I pursue you,
but I just can't let you go.

I'm not the only guilty one.
You string me along the same.
You make it so easy to hate you,
and when I leave you call my name.

I can't say I ever really knew you,
sometimes I wonder if I've made you up,
but I know we don't work,
and it's time I give you up.