The reason I'm here is because of you,
yes part of you is in me, don't you remember?
Or you are just way to ahead of yourself,
thinking only of yourself,
nothing but you and you alone.
I think my reason isn't enough for you,
I'm always ignored, excluded and broken,
omitted in your ominous grim,
I am your gruesome dream that you can't stand on,
in an aweful day we parted.