I asked you, gave you the chance to see what it would be like without me, without my demons, but
you wouldn’t take it. You said without me, without me,
what did you have? Without me, you’d be a wanderer, a fool out of love,
you have your own demons, and ours get along.
But what do you have with me? Too distant, too cold. I’m too quiet and too hard to read. I love too hard, my heart breaks itself just to
feel. How could you be better off with someone like me?
How could you love me?