It's just me.

When it's me,
there's nothing wrong with pain.
You bet your heart,
and count me in the game.
It's my loss,
it's my cross to bare.
Not much left there,
but ruins of dreams
never to come real.
I touch to kill,
when I only mean to heal.

When it's me,
there's nothing wrong with shame.
in this happening,
you claim no one's to blame.
The cost I pay,
for all that's lost,
I pray,
that it's high enough.
For I walk away,
and I know that I should stay.

When it's me,
there's nothing wrong with fear.
We're blindfolded,
and we walk alone here.
We bleed out,
we reach out,
but we can't touch.
There's no way out of this.

I'll make you pay for all that's broken,
and I must bare with it.
Give me your hope,
and I'll crush you with it.

You'll make me pay for all that's whole, and never gone.