I can't. I won't. It's not possible
I can never be what she wants me to be
I may bend my back over a thousand times and the shape will never be what she wishes to see
I can't. I won't. It's not logical
The man that she needs died a century ago and the years of bricks on top of my soul have blocked away my view
She thinks that she can heal with a touch, hug away my troubles with chicken soup quotes and penetrate my barrier with unnecessary nonsense about how she knows the better you
When even I don't know the true you
I can't. I won't. I'm done trying
To be her fairy tale prince even though the spot is taken
She knows her choice but will lie to the end even when I know she is faking
So I lay on the cracked cold road with my bottle and fallen tears that indicate I was crying
Begging a stake to enter my heart
