Croyez-moi quand je le dis...

This doesn't make any more sense to me than it does to you.
But I can't help that anymore.

...me, more than you
but you, still
and still, i'm here
like I was
just different
less willing to
fold
and
break


and I know it's not on purpose
and I know it's not a love song
but I also know that I am here
and I like here
and I can't help it that
you aren't

Please try to understand. Or at least let me know what I'm supposed to understand.