Yeah, me too.

I'll be Brutus to your Caesar.
I'm holding the knife, and there's a smile on my face-
Tears in my heart, yes, but
Logic says I must.

There are three parts of me here to listen to:
Brain, heart, and that shadow me
Who just wants to hurt you.
So many outcomes that I never envisioned.

It's so damn ironic.
You have no idea of what's to come,
And that hurts you worse than the blade.
I know. That part hurts me, too.

I did warn you, though.
I told you I hurt people,
And you said you would save me.
Liar, who prides himself on honesty.

In reality, we both needed heroes.
You couldn't save me,
And I am likewise a failure.
Fool, who prides herself on intelligence.

I am no hero.
I never wanted to be needed,
I wanted to depend on you.
Why can't we just lean on each other?

How is it that you need me
More than I need you?
And how is it I can listen
And you cannot?

You must have thought I was kidding
When I said I needed saving.
You don't even know me,
And apparently you don't care to find out.

So is it true then?
Is chivalry dead
And all the heroes along with it?
I understand.

Shining armor is so impractical these days.