I was thinking 'bout my troubles this morning Trying to decide if I should live or die I forgot to leave a note on the mailbox so Said I hope that you forget to come by I'd wasted time to tell myself It's wrong to leave you by yourself The love I have does not exceed The fear I have of you when you need someone to plead With you to try again And beg you not to cry in vain and be your friend Why is it me? Why is it me? Why is it me now?
I was never meant to carry the burden Keeping track of someone else's life as my own How can I enjoy the time when I'm with you when I'm afraid to ever leave you alone