I’m the problem,
I know you want me out of your system.
I can see it in your eyes,
You’re hiding under your disguise.

I know how you feel,
I can’t believe this is real.
I thought we would be here for life,
But we didn’t even reach close to midlife.

You say you don’t hate me,
But you’d leave me to drown at sea.
The water freezing,
MUffling my pleading.

I’ll beg for forgiveness,
Like I’m a deadly illness.
You’ll wish me dead,
Your hate making you see red.

But it’s fine,
I’ll still shine.
You’ll act unaffected,
LIke the bullets were deflected.

So what are we now?
Do you want me to take a bow?
Do you want me to run out crying?
Or do you simply want me dying?