If I try to let you go
I'm the one who drowns.
I always seem
To get the short stick
The one that carries all the weight
I put this all on me
The weight of it on my shoulders
I'll probably buckle under pressure
But maybe that's what we all need

How much to you truly need?
Every single last damn piece of me?
I've run out of things to give.
There's almost nothing left
Because you've taken everything.

I'm killing myself slowly for you
Confused, you keep coming back
Ever determined
To take one more breath
Of life still
Do what you need
But leave well enbough alone.