Not written by me...
But written to me...
Step inside
See what you like
Take what you want
But don't hang around
Because I know I'm not wanted
  This charade
This lie you make me want to believe...
  I don't understand
Feeling nauseated when I hear your name
You drifted off emotionally
But I still hang onto the person I want you to be
The person I see you as being
But I know now that you're not what I want
  You're not what I need
I can't be emotially attatched
Because you'll break my heart again
  Only it will hurt even greater
As I haven't yet healed from that last blow
I'm tired and scard
I'm lost and lonely
And I'm clinging to someone I don't know
  Where are you?
What is inside that head?
  Let me go before I die
I don't want to die by your hands
  That wouldn't be worth it
Because you aren't as great as I think you are
You aren't as great as you think you are


Ouch?  I don't know.  I'd like to be a great writer too.
But we all have wants.