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You and I


My job is to fix things. Your job is to find the problem in everything.

Your heart is broken, waiting for someone
    My heart is jaded, waiting for no one.
You were lonely and looking for company
    I was bored searching for somebody.

You looked at me and found a friend
    I looked at you and found something more.
I wanted to be there until the end
    You have nothing for me in store.

You were someone who needed so much love
    I was someone with too much love to give.
I was willing to give everything I have
    You only want yourself to receive.

You reach out looking for someone who will care
    I reached to you telling you I'll be there.
I opened my heart out, expecting you would see
    You closed yours and left me nothing but a memory.

I asked, you didn't answer. 
I demanded explanation, you gave nothing but a cold shoulder.

All I wanted was to understand
    All you wanted was to be left on your own.
All I did was to give you a hand
    All you did was leave me alone.

Now you are gone and I am here dying.
    You are out there happy and I am done trying.

You allowed yourself to be selfish
    I allowed myself to be selfless.
I thought I was someone you would cherish
    You thought you were someone I wouldn't miss.

Now everything makes sense we're no longer blinded.
You used me to feel wanted, I used you to feel needed.

I guess I thought you were a bug that needs fixing
    When my heart is the one that needs mending.

You see, your job is to find the problem in everything.
And my job is to fix everything.

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