Deadly Mate

What's in your body
That's more than a scar?
What's in your battles
That's more than self-deprecation?
What's in your tears
More then a liquid?
Is it shame, regret, depression?

I used to feed suicidal tendencies
To the point they got fat and rejected
It used to trouble me a lot
Then it started troubling me a lot more

But how could I ever be
If not being me
How could I ever roll
'Til the haters got out of control
How could I ever learn myself
If not by living it?
Should I be me
Or another one's perspective?

I felt sad for what they were
But even more for what they felt
I felt sympathy, we built empathy
We grew understanding out of lack of hope

My deadly mate
My innocent friend
I owe you this song
And a whole another one

And I say thanks
For not being intrusive
And not getting on my way
While I'm getting inclusive
Or in whatever I am doing
Besides living up to the standards
Then I say thanks
For reminding me they are rubbish

Besides
How could I ever be
If not being me
How could I ever roll
'Til the haters got out of control
How could I ever learn myself
If not by living it?
Should I be me
Or another one's perspective?

I think I shouldn't
I think I'm wrong
I'll drink some water
Hoping you'll slip down my throat

I think I shouldn't
I think I don't
I think I'll die
Of comitting to being pure

I think I shouldn't
Damn, I should run
Until I lose you of my sight
Run, Loser, you run

I think I shouldn't
I think it's done
I think I failed
I think I'm gone