I’m never good enough for you, no matter how often I change.
I’m crying over my kitchen sink, having tears run off in a drain.
Try being always less of what your love suspects.
I stare through tears at your chain that tugs my neck;
Wondering what is me changing going to revolutionize?
Even if it fix’s current things, at some point evolution dies.
Going back to same situations, trying to repair damage just increases complications.
100% in to see our relationship fall to pieces leaves frustrations.
I’m upset because of what we together constructed
burned down in a bit of rage and is forever dusting
by remaining breezes that still keeps a little bit in tact
Me loving you is still the mist of the little bit of cracks
of my heart, I’m sorry I’m not good enough
Im not sure if it's done, there might be some things i'll wanna change, but tell me what ya think
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