Vindictive

I see you crushing yourself again Scotching rumors from the rain Saying you gave them everything Except the one thing they asked you The only thing they wanted Tears their voice down Downhill this is not so funny You should know not to envy me I'm not happy, can't you see? I'll give into illusion again And you won't be able to track me down Kill our time with your pride and sham An excuse to approach unarmed But there's something under your arm To throw me away like I knew you would With a tear to make it pure A chain of events, I feel She could make it real So I could make you happy And we could all be happy But it won't happen 'Cause who will make her happy?