How long has this been going on for?,How come I didn’t know?,
Are you really that ashamed of me?,
Do you want me to go?,
Everything that goes on in my life,
Is more complicated then it seems,
The pressure, the pain, the heartbroken,
Sticks with me the most,
Just like it does with lots of other people I know,
I know I’m an embarrassment,
Sometimes I believe that maybe if I wasn’t born you wouldn’t have to go through this pain,
Maybe you’d be better off,
I know it sounds hard to believe but I try to be better,
I try so hard but my luck always back fires on me,
I’m so sorry for what I’ve done,
You don’t know how hard I try to avoid these situations,
I try to tell you over and over again that it’s going to happen,
You just tell me I’m being silly and nothing will go wrong,
Until the next day I’m crucified,
For the things I’m trying to say,
It’s not easy for me to tell you things so I don’t even bother,
If I did I know how differently you would think of me,
It’s so much easier to show hardly any emotions,
But I can understand if you want me to go,
I’m sorry for all the things I put you through,
I’m sorry for all my social poplars’,
Maybe it would be better if I never spoke again,
Maybe you’d like me better then,
And now I’m sorry I ever fucking existed,
And I’m sorry I care so much,
It will take me time before I ever get off the ground,
Now I really do wish I was a believer in philosophical optimism.
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