You and Yourself

There was a place that I found in you.
Not just a place to hide, but a place to hold onto.
You were real, an experience that felt different from them all.
In you, I found that I had a safe place to fall.

I could tell you the reality of the life I've created
I could show the stories and the experience I've seen
I could be who I am and show you the me that I've hated,
And still you're the best place that I've ever been.

"Please don't leave me, I love you" are the most common things you hear
Please don't go, please please please... why do I always need to beg?
Love is love, it shouldn't be something to cling to
It should just be THERE.

Snuggles, kisses, affection, and touching.
They're things I want to feel sacred now, like they matter.
When my hands are pushed away, when my long kisses ended short..
When the sweet words and tender touches all start to scatter..

So I panic, and I cry, and act like a child...
And I cling, and I push.. and that's only mild..
The true emotions that rage and run through my head..
That tell me there's no point; I'm better off dead...

Cuz who'd ever love a thing like me, for more than a year or two?
Who would stay around, past the point that they pay their dues?
Who would still be here, once they get to know the siren inside you?
Who could possibly, deal with a clingy crazy like you?