You want this to end but
You don't seem to understand
That it's my sheer uselessness
That keeps me holding onto you
This crutch is why I lean
And depend on your encouragement
And this one thing that you despise
Is the only reason you're still mine
I'm sick, lost, broken but
You still hold on to me
Because you're just as sick as me
Because you've lost all feeling
Of sensibility and happiness
It's all just clinging
Onto what you wish I would be
And delusions of what we could be.