Why must I do this to myself;
Stab myself with your dagger?
How does it gnaw at my skin
Even when it is powerless:
Vandalised at the hands of rust?
Why do I find myself at your doorstep
When I am not sure which road to take?
When I know the locks have changed?
Why do I lie to myself this often?
I am no saint
Yes,the reflection of someone else in your eyes,
The two of you smiling
So why do I look in through the goddamned window
Even when the other side is not where I want to be.