It’s true,
I’m just neurotic and insecure enough not to let this go.
It will eat me alive.
Slowly, I’ll die.
But meanwhile,
I will let you think that nothing is wrong.
Because,
I want you to be happy.
I want to make you smile.
My misery means nothing.
You in pain,
is the one thing that I simply cannot handle.
Therefore, I will make you believe.
I will play the game;
the role I was born to play.
I’m not a martyr.
I am just who I am.
And I want you to smile for me, because of me.
I want to be the one that makes you fall into blissful silence.
Please.
Let me lie to you.
Let me be the one that sacrifices myself for you.
Because, it is true:
I am just neurotic and insecure enough not to let this go.