It's people like you that cause my demons.
While I've had every chance to walk away from you,
I don't know how.
I don't know how to leave you behind,
in the dust,
in the box where all my other demons lie.
I'd like to think that you're different from the rest.
I'd like to think that you're not gonna tear my heart apart and leave me bleeding on the sidewalk.
I'd like to think that you're not broken and that I'm whole,
But let's face it:
You're in ruins just like I am.
We've both been beaten to a ****** pulp by our demons and the people that caused them.
And while I yearn for your attention, for your blessings, for your soft, soft skin,
I know I need to walk away and never look back.
But I've never been too talented in leaving;
That's always been your job.