I guess love just isn't for me,
I always crack under the stress,
And when they break my heart,
I don't have it in me to pick up the mess.
What makes it worth it?
All this trial and error and terror of failure,
For a love that never stays,
And makes me hate my own face every day.
Won't it ever end,
Somebody, please tell me why
We plants these seeds,
Just to watch them die.