Failure

I feel like I'm not worth your timescreamine. I'm trying but you don't see that. Perfect I'm not, nor will I ever be. Even though things are going south, you still make my heart go pitter-pat. I'm sorry I'm so hard to love. Things shouldn't have to be this hard. Let's go back to the good old days. Remember when it was like a greeting card? You yell, and I hold my breath, I scream, and you walk away. Will this be another argument, Or will this be like every other day?