Sometimes, I feel obsessed with this insignificant thing called "self". But even so, I am compelled to preserve it.
Am I wrong to feel so? Surely you'd do the same, in my shoes
I can never say what I want to say.
So I whisper it here,
small and useless and true
You’re so unfair.
Even gone,
you keep me alive
by refusing to leave.
I'm supposed to be fine on my own now, but
My heart shrinks, and you’re living inside my head again
You won't leave me alone,
I can even remember your warmth and your scent
You're so unfair