You keep turning your back.
Keep running my love because I know I'm not worthy,
I know I'm not wanted.
You've made that perfectly clear when you left and didn't care what was going on inside my head.

I need a placebo.
please just cure this disease.
I'm afraid of harming myself and the people around me.
I'm trying.
And it seems I'm losing.
Because I can't convince her to understand me.
I'm losing.
I can't ask her to love a wretch like me.
But I can beg and I can plead, on my knees asking, please just take this pain away. Prayers unanswered. If that's too much to ask then I'll beg for you to just take me.

Keep turning your back baby.
You just keep running away when I needed love. But you turn cheeks not caring.
You'll get sick and ask me to leave.
I promise.
You will ask me to leave and move on with the man you wish I could be.
I'm sorry I'm a chore.
So move on.