You mean well,
but your making it worse.
Crushing me with sympathy,
is turning this pain into a curse.
My heart yearns,
for a simple no.
Don't hang me up high,
just to pull me down low.
If I'm not what you want,
I completely understand.
Don't think I'll sink,
into depression sand.
Don't apologize,
no sympathetic frown.
It makes me feel,
Like I deserve a Jesters crown.
If your going to make me fall,
at least attempt to trip me.
Don't let me fall all on my own,
I'm begging you, Corey Lee.
