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
Let's go back to the good old days.
Remember when it was like a greeting
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?