Passive.

Dead as dead can be, the doctor tells me
But i just can't believe him, ever the optimistic one
I'm sure of your abilities
And become my perfect enemy
Wake up and face me
Don't play dead cos maybe
Someday i'll walk away saying
You disappoint me,
Maybe you're better off this way
Leaning over you here cold and catatonic,
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
to become my perfect enemy
Wake up and face me
Don't play dead cos maybe
someday i'll walk away saying
you disappoint me.