minimalism

Who am I to need you when I'm down?
And where are you when I need you around?
Your life is not your own.

And all I ask you
is for another chance,
another way around you
to live by circumstance, once again.

Who am I to need you now?
To ask you why, to tell you no.
To deserve your love and sympathy.
You were never meant to belong to me.

And you may go, but I know you won't leave.
Too many years built into memories.
Your life is not your own.

Who am I to need you now?
To ask you why, to tell you no.
To deserve your love and sympathy.
You were never meant to belong to me.

Who am I to you?
Along the way
I lost my faith.

And as you were, you'll be again.
To mold like clay, to break like dirt.
To tear me up in your sympathy.
You were never meant to belong to me.
You were never meant to belong to me.
You were never meant to belong to me.

Who am I?