For my Kryptonite
Should I stay or should I go? If I choose to go, you tell me to stay. And if I choose to stay, you take me for granted. Not knowing where I stand is the most painful thing in the world. You leave me hanging and so dense, I’ve got nowhere to go and don’t know how to take another step. I wish I could see you behind other people’s eyes and realize I don’t need you after all.