Screwed

My moments of clarity would have broken you in two, the things I've seen would have ruined you. I'm scared so deep, I'm sick with life, and if I ever was anything, I was right... I look at your heart and nothing's there, but my one and only problem is that I still care... I don't want to get old and forget what's right, been stabbed in the back too many times in this life. I know what's mine and I know what's not, I know my boundries, I know when to stop. You're no better than me, you're just old, you're part of a system, you're bought and sold. Hate you so bad that I'm seeing red, but I'll still be young and you'll just be dead...