You say I'm everything to you:
but I'm nothing to me.
I've grown tired of the lies,
retching out your misspoken words,
writhing in my own bittersweet sickness.
And I let the feeling creep into my bones
only to invade my soul,
pulling through a bleak misery
to spheres devoid and empty.
I've tried to fight and repress you,
but now I see
all I can do is bleed.
Then the world above me rusts over
and there's no escape,
so I'm stuck here with you again.
But this time when I fall,
I'm gonna drag you down as well.
You say I'm everything to you:
but I'm nothing to me.
And then you say you love me.

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