To end it differently:
I would have eaten it.

Who are you to be striving for attention?
The world needs no more of your kind
You touch, you want, you take
Your in us all, yet we want no more of your kind

But somehow I still love you
Maybe because your inside me too
And I can see me come out in you
In the best and worst of the times

So we hate and love and take
What doesn't belong
To us, to you, nor me
Will you remember me?

(Do I really still love you?)