I wanted your world in the palm of my hand,

I wanted your life to be mine on demand,

I thought you needed my every movement,

My breath and my taste and my sense.

It was so easy to say it was me and not you,

So easy to doubt, so easy to hate,

So easy to accept what I did to you,

So easy to say it was fate.

But it wasn't, was it? It's not gone as we said,

If it was, I wouldn't feel like crying, like dying,

At the emptiness in my bed and my head.

I thought I was the best that you'd had,

My ego, my arrogance,

You turned it around.

Now that I'm falling, my folly I've learned,

I dream that I'm hitting the ground.

No-one can touch me, no-one can get in.

I'm my own succour, it's myself I believe in.

Need is no part of me, there's no room in my heart,

So why does the thought of you tear me apart?