I’m growing weak

I’m tired of trying

To be someone I’m not

And I’m weaker still

When I’m in your arms

I know that if he could have,

He would have

Been the one

To make me be my better half

He said I could be like

Jekyll and Hyde

And we know which was his stronger side

The pure against the compound,

The dark against the light

And I’m sorry for all the times

I said you were wrong

When you were right

And I’m sorry I couldn’t be as strong

As I would have liked

I am weak,

And weaker still

When I see me through your eyes