For The Sake of Saving Myself

You finally gave it back.
The last piece of my heart.
So what's worse?
Knowing you broke it,
or being mad you gave it all up?

Yes, I'll always want all or nothing,
No, there's nothing you can do.
No way of changing it
but loving me the way I love you.

And the harder you fight it,
the worse it all gets.
The harder you pull away
the more it makes sense.

That you really don't want me,
or even deserve me at best.
But I still find my solitude
with my head on your chest.

So what if you don't mean it all?
It's about what it means to me.
I know you won't give it all,
break down your walls for me.