I'm here, I'm writing to you.
I'm writing you a song,
I am here to tell you what
is right and what is wrong.
What is right is when I cry
because I can't sleep.
Because the pain's too deep,
because I'm done counting sheep.
When I try to start anew
because I have every single right to.
When I put my feelings first,
when I shield you out of love,
when I put you above,
although it's killing me.
When I try to see past
every word you've said to me,
to set you free from the
guilt you see.
When I try to see the beauty
staring in the glass.
Convincing myself I do have beauty,
maybe I do have class.
What's wrong is when
you laugh,
because tears are for the weak
and there's no more attention to seek.
Can't I see I took it all?
When I need to be brought back
to all the bad things that
I've done.
I shouldn't run
or move on
because you can't.
When you know I love you
more than me,
but you can't see
the irony of
hurting me because you claim you care.
When you shoot me again,
and again and again,
and I cover each scar with a bandage.
Again.
When you point out
all my flaws,
all the wars that I've lost
because maybe you're ashamed?
What is right is when I fight
and make it out of my hole in the
ground.
What is wrong is when you've
known me all along
but won't hesitate to
pull me down again.
