My blood is my sadness and so I am filled, your breath is my pain and
so I am consumed. Did you ever think that maybe I can't be who you
need? God knows you can't be for me. But please don't take that
wrong, for your words I suspect, create the boundaries of my world.
How I hate when I lose, and I lose even when I win. And maybe you
just don't care, and maybe I should just shut up. But should you ever
decide to leave, finding my inconsistencies maddening, you must leave
knowing this: I'm the best contradiction you'll ever meet.
