You are a leech. You suck the life out of me. You breed burden to another like a fucking disease. You are a codependent trickster; counterfeit human being. Thinking only of yourself, with no regard for anything. Your trickery took form in desperation, but truth be told you only wanted attention. And every time you’d swear you fucking needed me, my sympathy would have me drop everything immediately. So I could rush in and be by your side, but the gratitude you’d show never seemed contrite. But that was fine. Because I thought your need for me was pure, but it turns out I was more like sickness and less like a cure. I never wanted us to be much more than nothing at all. I couldn’t help but sympathize and make you tear down your walls. And every secret you divulged would be an enemy. But you stood silently thinking I could tackle everything. Take your burdens home. I was never enough for you to keep yourself calm. Lift your eyes real slow and you’ll see everything you don’t wanna know. “How can you help someone if they can’t help themselves?” Well I guess I didn’t think that through when I thought I could save you. And now I’m left clutching onto bitterness, wondering how I could let you affect me like this. The truth is that you fucking used me so you could gain a sick sense of security. You are a leech. You suck the life out of me.
Track Name: Remorseful
“How could you think that this is who I wanna be? I hate the way that you look down on me indifferently. Why can’t you see I’ve lived my life so miserably that the thought of it alone is enough to scare the hell from me? Look, I know you know I’m on the edge, that’s why you can’t leave now. We both know that I can’t manage. You promised me you’d stick this through, but now you’re walking out on me? Well fuck you! I hope the guilt wears you thin. I hope it eats you alive. And when you try to sleep, all you can think of is me and how you left me here to die. I hope the guilt wears you thin. It won’t be enough. I hope it eats you alive. You didn’t try all that hard. And when you try to sleep, all you can think of is me and how you left me here to die. Save face. Pretend you never cared at all, but it won’t be long before you’re filled with regret, then you’ll have to admit that you never wanted to see me like this. Save face”
I’d swallow my pride if I had any left. And I’d fight with all your demons if I thought that I was capable. But you wore me to dust. You spread me thin. You used me for comfort when I thought you let me in. Save face? Well I’m not saving anything except proximity; lack of adjacency. Save face? I’m not saving anything except myself; except for me from going down with you. Saving you was always out of reach. I’ve known the truth: You’re just a fucking leech.