I'm so sorry
that I hurt you;
had to choose between
two people's worths
when I love you all dearly
but I clearly couldn't be the
girl that was needed,
the one you thought I was.

All my fault,
I'm so sorry
was tryna do
what was best.
Turned out in
the end that
I couldn't please
anyone anyway.

Say I don't
understand what
she's going through
when she reflects her
self-hate on me and you.
How do I explain
that I get it; I do
when it makes me feel sick

to even think about
admitting my own inner turmoil.
Don't turn this to be about me,
was tryna help someone
else. How could that
be called a selfish endeavour?
Somehow you make it
seem like it is.

I'm not the only one I
made cry oceans today.
And it hurts, it hurts,
I feel their pain doubly
on top of my own.
How can such good intentions
go awry to cause
such grief?

Rifts between us when
they were just closing
I've said I love you
and I speak no mistruths.
A friend of mine, I
told people you were.
But now I've been
made a liar. By me, by you.

I'm to blame, watch it
weigh me down and
drown me in a pool
of salt. Not just mine
this time and that
stings in my open
wounds more than
it does when it's mine.

I love you,
I love you.
Please don't doubt that
as the ink runs down
the page I write upon,
damn these leaking eyes.
My maker forgot to
Install a plug for the flow.

And there I go again,
making this about me, not you
like I always do.
They never believe me when I
explain my faults and flaws;
maybe, if nothing else,
this loss will help to
open their eyes to my devil inside.

Believe me, when I tell you
what a bitch I am;
look what I've done,
look what I've done.
Can't love me after this:
please don't, I can't cope
if they tell me they still do
when I know the truth about me.

Don't get too close
I don't wanna harm you
too late to extract my barbs.
Not yet found someone
immune to my poison;
hope I never do, cause I know
I'd be lulled to security then
rip out their batteries, in my sleep.

Easy as breathing,
I'll cut out these feelings,
leave myself bleeding
a trail of red.

Like I did to you,
all the pain I've put you through
can't just move on, let it go
did this to myself

And I deserve it.

What's it worth, this life?
Chasing a happiness
I'm not even sure is there
my one pleasure was yours,
and now that's gone
what's my cause
but to end this
before there's another casualty?

Nothing.
There's nothing
but me caught
in an endless sea
of hatred and pain,
and others' tears
mingling with my own.

For what it's worth in this
inconsequential world,
I've loved and I've loved,
so tell me if that's enough
that I might earn my place
with the lord above
and leave this place in a
better space

with undeserved peace
of mind at the
knowledge that I left
the world better, without me in it.