Ever playing the hero,
you help me up when I fall down.
But you never lift me high enough,
that I no longer need you around.
You let me fall to the ground again,
when you ego needs a raise.
People see you help me just a bit,
and shower you with praise.
But I deserve the praise, not you,
for living through this hell.
People think you fix me,
but you're keeping me unwell.
I may never have been perfect,
but I'm glad I'm not like you.
The need for constant admiration,
guiding all that you ever do.
If you were a half way decent person,
you would really save me from myself.
But you don't want me whole again,
you have no interest in my health.
My darkness casts a shadow,
in which you love to hide.
No one can see your flaws,
with a wreck like me at your side.
You might be my white knight,
but I'm the light that makes you shine.
But now I have had enough of you,
I'm taking back what's mine.