The problem is not the problem; the problem is your attitude about the problem.

Thus, I can neither live without you nor with you.

every sunday's getting more bleak 
a fresh poison each week

You make it so 
I can't ever get up.
But I know you know
How much broken hearts hurt.

blueness of your eyes 
sparkels in your smile 
still lurking in my sight 
everyday and everynight

When you needed someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on, I was there. You were never lonely because even if everyone left you, I'd still be there to make you feel like the center of attention. But you never did that for me. All I wanted was your love, and you couldn't give it. I was used by you, and cast aside. And yet, I still love you...

Screaming, shouting crying
cover up the night.
I wake up in the morning,
still seeing no light.

I close my eyes,
Cover my ears,
I'm scared.
Pinch my arms and say,
"It's just a nightmare."

Why do I need to be hurt in wanting you? Why loving you also means killing me?

How many good things do you have to do before you're considered a good person?