I feel selfish and sick today,
But I will carry on, anyway…
Sometimes I second-guess my love for you,
That is foolish, I know it’s true…
But, realize, please,
This is hard for me…
My guilty conscience makes it hard to see
That these feelings
Are just me, being me…
That I still love you, completely.
I feel raw and torn,
My body is sore and worn.
I’m still fighting, every day.
In every possible fucking way!
Some day I will be able to show
Everything I want you to know,
But, for now, I wait,
Holding the hand of my twisted fate…