This Is Me, I Guess

Twisted Agony

So lately Ive been feeling kind of angry.
A new sort of twisted agony.

I feel I have to play this role to mend the hearts I can't control.
Yet I know that it changes nothing but the anger that just keeps growing.

My fists clench and I know I've had enough.
I'm tired of acting all nice and tough.

So I explode. I see the roof caving in on this "humble abode."
I know that there's only so much I can uphold, but the truth is, the emotions I've carried for you have overflowed.

I'm being stoned with the weight of your words.
Crushed by the crows of your birds.

I know you never meant to hurt me.
That you're suffering your own kind of agony,
But I think I need to draw the line, finally.

You are very bright and think I want you in my life,
But I don't want you to always by my side.
You and I, we just cannot collide.

For if we do, we may combust.
Which is why I feel that this is a must.

I've been through this ride.
I need to throw away my pride.
I need to stay by my own side.

Although I don't look at you with horrifying disdain,
Being near you 24/7 causes me pain.
And I don't know if I can do this again.
But here I go, buckling for the ride up ahead.

I know I'm laying my own death bed,
But I just wanna keep things left unsaid.
Maybe it's just all jumbled inside of my head,
But I just wish this part of me was dead.

You don't know or mean it,
But you're right here just to hurt me.
And I may not want to believe it,
This is all my fault, so can't we just let it be?
For this is my own kind of twisted agony.