if it's not love it's the bomb that'll bring us together

sometimes i wonder why you're still around,
i think you wonder that too.
you've said it yourself,
i revel in the things you hate.
i hope you're not here because you feel obligated to be
'I damaged him, i have to fix him'
but I'm not your charge.
i think i know the real reason you're here.
because two and a half years later
I'm still begging you to be.
and i know its wearing thin,
and yes its true
that sometimes i lie
when i know the truth sucks worse,
and sometimes i exaggerate
when im not good enough on my own.
but i'm betting at this point
that you can read me better than him,
and you can see right through me,
inside im just a scarred kid.

smile.
you light up the whole world.