Walk the Line, This Thin Red Line

Drying up in conversation,
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you
When you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you,
You will be the one screaming out
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
It's the best thing that you ever had,
The best thing that you ever, ever had
The best thing you ever had has gone away


Or maybe I'm just being selfish?
But really, with everything else that's going on, there's only so much I can take.
Everyone has their breaking point.
And I think I'm this close to reaching mine.

p/s: if you think this is about you, it is not. but really, how would you really tell if it's about you to begin with? would you even know the "you" i'm taking about? you'd have absolutely no idea. take this as a riddle for you, whoever you are, whoever you think you are, and think about it long and hard, until you break to a million pieces, just like how I did, over and over and over and over again.

Or, maybe, I'm just being selfish?