There was no you, it was me, and it’ll be me always.
The you was all me, my creation, my imagination, all in my head,
It wasn’t you, I was the one guilty,
Because I hurt myself over and again, infinite times,
I fell too fast, too hard, over and again,
It was me all along,
You never asked me to love you,
You never wanted me as I wanted you,
You never loved me, and I shouldn’t have too.
There was no you,
It was me all along,
I keep hurting myself.
And I can’t stop it,
Because I have no control over it.
However, there’s no denying that the fault is mine,
I mistake attention for love, attraction for like,
I feed on your attention and die for sympathy,
I take a glimpse of your affection and obsess about it,
I’m to blame, I’m a maniac,
And I resented you,
When there was no you in this story,
It was my fabrication over an ounce of sweetness you tossed my way,
And I grew a taste for it, wanted more,
I shouldn’t have.
However, I can’t help it,
I have no control over it all,
I just keep hurting myself.
Grey
