Irrelevant (Feed the Need)

I guess that you could say
that I'm a little insecure...
And you could tell your truth,
but you'd much rather be obscure.

And is it really fair of you
to keep these things inside?
I have hidden nothing from you,
and Lord knows, I tried

Chorus:
to hold you up,
though I could barely stand on my own.
It's a sea of guilt,
and I'm sinking like a stone.
Who failed who, and how,
seems irrelevant now.
Maybe you should call me when you've grown.

I'd like to say that through this
I've been purified by fire.
I'd love to bear this cross for you,
but it's cold here, and I'm tired.

And is it really healthy for you
to run to, and not away
from the same ills that beset your soul
on that first, and fateful day,

Chorus:
when I tried to hold you up,
though I could barely stand on my own.
It's a sea of guilt,
and I'm sinking like a stone.
Who failed who, and how
seems irrelevant now.
Maybe you should call me when you've grown.

Bridge:
All this talking, and crying
and begging, and pleading,
and screaming has failed to make you see.

All this hoping, and praying,
and silently bleeding,
has ripped you out of me.

And I'm sorry for what I am,
and I wish that I was more.
I'm so sorry that I ran,
and I'm sorry you closed the door.

I'm so sorry you closed the door...
But...

You shut me out.
You let me bleed.
You starve your soul.
You feed the need.

Feed the need...