I feel like begging,
crying, screaming;
you remind me of two
who in my eyes were gleaming.
You were gallant like one,
silly like the other,
both left me, though.
I can't live through another.
Will you force me to?
Are your threats true?
I had to let go of them,
will I have to let go of you?

I hate the memories
that make me want you close,
by my side, your hand in mine.
I think of you most
when I'm thinking of them,
it feels like using,
slowly abusing your purpose
in my life.
Is it to ease the strife?
I'd doubt that.
Fate tossed me at you
like I was picked from a hat.

I think I need you,
know you don't need me,
think I'm going to perish,
but know I'll be fine once you pass;
the good things never last.