Am I too good? Do I do what I should Or do what I could? Either way, I'm left to myself to ponder, I'm stuck here while you wander I'm in pain while you have your leisure. So much for being "there" when you're not here, You're like a faint whisper to my ear. More closer to my shadow than I am to you, As if that would mean anything to you. Maybe I am too good, Maybe even great It takes willpower to love when I should hate.