I watch her take the needle out for the ninth time
The itching skin has stopped trying to bleed
The idea it's nearly over is cold, weird comfort for her
And for me

I watch her find another smile and in the back of my mind
I shake the feeling we're in for defeat
There's only so many times it feels kind to patch over the 'her'
With a 'we'
However much I need to be strong, she finds more
It's 'here we go again' meets 'here we've never gone before'

Why can't all these things be all about me?
I could mend, I could hurt, I could feel if you were getting some sleep
I could say you won't lie here alone
I'd say I know how you feel, but I know I don't
Why can't I get my share of who we're trying to be

I watch her have to change herself so our life will
Becoming a stranger in her own machine
The description of normal is callous and torments her
And me
Comforting feels so weak, I can't do more
It's ‘here we go again’ meets ‘here we've never give before’

I built a house with my hands for both of us
I built a love, I built a trust
They never failed
To fix the broken
But broken's not what this is
I'd give it all if giving was useful
If saving her
Will save us all
Holding hands to help the swelling
Skip some parts to aid the telling
I'm selfish, in the way
I hope you love me anyway

Why can’t all these things be all about me?

Why can't all these things be all about me?
I could mend, I could hurt, I could feel if you were getting some sleep
I could say you won't lie here alone
I'd say I know how you feel, but I know I don't
Why can't I get my share of who we're trying to be