Left Behind
You keep prying, pushing me away.
I keep begging for you to stay.
I want to get inside, I want to know more about you.
You keep trying to tell me no way.
So, what is there to do?
When I want my space, you smother me with your shit.
...Reminds me of asthma, it grows to difficult to breathe.
Sometimes I swear talking to you is like beating a dead horse,
Better yet, it's like pulling teeth.
I just don't understand what exactly you want from me.
It's about time you made a choice.
Make up your mind.
Before our time passes by, and we all grow old...and I'm the one who gets left behind.

Left Behind.
I can feel it all slip away.
We all just got left behind...
And we can feel it all slip away.