Don't ask me.

Tumbling, stumbling, fumbling
Feeling my way around.
Falling, stalling, crawling.
Eyes wide open, but I can't hear a sound.
Toiling, boiling, soiling.
Blissful ignorance, my mind's rigidity
Melting, gelding, welding
A thousand voices, in one entity.

Don't ask me who I am for one.
I have no idea who I have become.
Don't ask me what's wrong with me.
I won't know as I can't see.
Don't ask me if I'm happy now.
It's not in my hands somehow.
Don't ask me if I love thee.
It's in a box I've thrown in the sea.

All I can say is I'll be here.
So you, yes you, have nothing to fear.
I'll do the bleeding for the both of us.
So only one of us has to live this curse,
Of that which is unrequited,
to you moot, but me, required.
Perhaps it will, perhaps it won't.
Perhaps you do, perhaps you don't.

Against the unrelentless I trudge,
And lock away this grudge.
I will serve till this heart give out.
And live with this gnawing doubt.
I will answer your every whim and fancy.
And you will feel just fine and dandy.
Your happiness is all that matters,
No matter if mine's in tatters.
If one of us does have to suffer,
Let it be me that ends in the gutter.

I guess love for me will always come with a price.
But a break sometime, would be really nice.