Twenty Two

I thought I needed you but I needed twenty two.
I give and I give and I give give give,
You take until there's nothing left to take
I'm questioning how I treat you and my tone of every point
I defend you when your back's turned and love you in my own way
I've spent my whole life chasing, chasing an idea
Of hope and love and sense of purpose at 15 I was left with only one idea
Sometimes I'm taken back to how I used to sit on those stairs
Excluded from one conversation brings me more pain than I'd like to admit
Sometimes you'll see it in my face as I'm so close very close to tears
But it's you who makes me feel that way and question all of this again
I give my 20 and you'll take that and more
I'm out
no spares left to give so I start taking off my own parts
I'm tearing myself down now
Instigated by you but enabled by me
There is less of me I am a shell
I'll follow until you leave,
Slowly these parts are adding up I'm feeling incomplete
You take that twenty two and I watch as they fly by
Becoming less and less of who I am
But is that such a surprise ?