The Little Pity Committee

The little pity committee And I'm the president I see everything that's Good as a strange gesture just to get close to me Then when I feel they are in my hearts they love to tweak it Rip it, shred it, obliterate it I thought I could change But it gets worse And everytime it gets worse I want to cling to someone else so they can help me Yet I become an even bigger burden And everyone I cling to leaves me I can't deal with this alone I need someone My whole life is based upon one person The only person who hasn't ripped My heart out and skewered it with the points of their teeth And as soon as that person decides to change As will I And the rags The remaining trash of my heart left in my soul will yearn for a new horizon summoned in one word Death