You make me feel like who I’m supposed to be:

who I was going to be,

before I fucked over everybody close to me.

 

You do not deserve me: you deserve somebody worthy-

somebody intelligent, not just arrogant and wordy:

somebody who’s down-to-Earth but also other-worldly.

 

You deserve the guy you make me feel like,

but to tell you the truth: that’s not who I am.

I am driven freakish by pain and I am no good for anyone.