If I am so lame,
Then why do you stay?
If all stays the same,
Then why do you pray?
If I'm so evil,
Then why do I cry?
And if all hangs by the steeple,
Then why do I fry?
"If you so wish to burn in hell,
Then there we shall dwell.
But if you so choose to come around,
Then never shall we be six feet underground."
If you care,
Then why do I hurt?
If I glare,
Then why do I flirt?
If I lie,
Then why do I mean what I say?
If I cry,
Then why don't you hold me anyway?
"I'm in your mind,
In a part that you'll never find.
Here I too cry,
Here I too fry.
But why am I to blame,
When things never stay the same?"
You've been there to confort me,
You've been there to anger me.
You've been there to cheer me up,
You've been there to tear me up.
Whenever anything good presided,
You were there as it collided.
Whenever anything bad presented itself,
You always helped me humiliate myself.
"Yes this is true,
Now, what does this have to do with you?"
I'll show you,
The pain you put me through.