When everything becomes too hard to handle, when everything can't be explained. You will find that I was there all along. And with one sentence composed from your own free will, you can kill me. And now I wish, I wish I didn't exist. Contemplating if anything's left inside, if I even have a soul. But I was there, when you where down, when empathy took a strike. It was me, who held your hand, that made you feel complete. But if perfection is you, then I'd hate to see me. Because if I'm not your affiliation, there's something wrong here, there's something missing, and the piece is in me. And I'd wait all day just to hear your voice, just to hear you speak. But could you go a year without seeing me? I always knew you felt this way. You said everything that I always wanted to hear, but you never said I love you.