The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

villain

What else can you do,
When even if you try you don't get what you want,
Some will say try harder is what you should do,
But what is the limit of a person, when they can't do it anymore?

And if it reaches that limit,
How can I go back?,
Or how could I overcome it, split it in two,
Make the limit the only thing missing, the only lack of.

And how many clues are missing?
How many ranges do they have?
How many things am I forgetting?
How many people did I really love?

How many people played with me,
And how many people I played with,
Without being aware of what I was doing with them and I, me, myself,
How many times did they tell me to keep my mouth shut?

But I kept calling before going to sleep,
I kept crying before going to sleep,
And I keep talking when they tell me to stop taking the next step,
He told me if I was never going to stop and I told him "yep".

I don't know if I like being the villain, But I know it's one of the few things I'm good at without meanin' to be,
And I'm clearly gettin' better at it, I'm improvin',
It is also clear that for a long time it has been more painful than satisfyin'.