The love I have for you is like a pre-tied noose,
just waiting to be tightened around my neck.
My foot hangs from the chair,
the voices in my head saying,
"Give up already".
Oh, I've tried...
I step back onto the chair, which holds the weight of this love.

Your smile slowly kills me.
Her arm around your body hits me like a battering ram.
The love(?) in your eyes makes me sick.
"It's so wrong".
The way I feel
    is
      wrong.
I shouldn't be loving you the way I do.
You shouldn't be my crutch.
You shouldn't be the thing that keeps me alive...
You may become the death of me.