I do not feel the presence of a warm body next to me
I do not sense that anyone ever cared to be
I do not want your pity, your admiration and jealousy
Nor do I need your troubles told to me so deafening
I’m lost without you, I am here with you, and I will never leave
I am the hero, I am the savior, but you can not follow me
You hate this idea, though so open-minded, you think I really am?
Maybe I could, maybe I should, but it seems I never can
Give up this time, let me take care of it, and until I die, I will hate you for all of it
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