Try

I kept the discomfort You left in my chest When you left me alone On my own, like the rest I’ll atone for my sins So wish me the best Who could’ve known We’d end up in this mess Even though, you’ve shown You couldn’t care less On the phone with attitude Adding more stress All the insults you’ve thrown While trying to express Every ounce of pain you maintain Falling short of happiness But still we try... D.R.L.