• If I tell you I'm sorry, it wont change a thing.
    If I hug you for comfort, you'll tell me you don't need it.
    If you push me away, what good am I to you?

    I just want to be useful, as selfish as I may seem.
    All I want to do is make everyone happy.

    If I try to make you smile, you'll simper, then hurt.
    If I weep for you, you'll say there's nothing to cry about.
    If I say that you're lying you'll pretend you didn't hear.

    But silently you agree, don't you?
    You know that in some abstract way that defies all logic, I'm right.

    If I try to heal you, you'll say there's no wounds.
    If you tell me you're hurt, you wont let me near.
    If I reach out to touch you, you'll snarl and bite like a wounded animal.

    So here I'll stay.

    I'll always be with you when you cry.
    I'll always be there to heal you.
    I'll always know when you lie.
    I'll always be able to see under that mask you wear.
    I'll always listen when you wont.
    I'll always accept your apologies.
    I'll always say I'm sorry.

    I fear for you...
    I fear you...
    I fear...
    Is this the end?