I didn't want you here, but I didn't want you gone
Time spent alone proves there's still something wrong
And if you came back, I don't know what I'd do
Probably feel like I had something to prove
About how much I've changed, and how you've stayed the same:
Miserable, lonely, misguided, and still playing me like a game
You're everything I don't want to be, so why do I still dream about you?
My name used to be something you often drew
On a napkin at work in big graffiti letters, when you were bored
But only sometimes did you find me worthy to adore
Other times, I was broken, beat down, and mistreated
You left this all to me.

You couldn't handle the monster you'd created.