Who am I talking to

Who are you that tears me open
Who are you that rips inside
Who are you that kills me every night
Shrouded in darkness, far from the light
Why do you bring me joy?
Why do I feel a warmth from you?
Why do I still...

Why...oh why...
Must I die...
Every night, from a persistent lie
It is not you, it is I
Why do I bring harm to myself

Who are you, that brings me joy?
Who are you, that is my life?
You are, my the one I look forward too
Like a breaking dawn from the shroud
of night

Sometimes, I do not die
With you, I can abide
By my jealousies and foolishness aside
But... why oh why...
Do I still have to die?