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If I Admit It
How am I supposed to take care of you
when I can’t take care of myself?
How am I supposed to love you
when I can’t even love me too?
How am I supposed to expect the best
when I can’t even get things off my chest?
How am I supposed to put up a fight
when I don’t even know what’s right?
How am I supposed to smirk
when I know things won’t work?
How am I supposed to peak
when all I feel is weak?
How am I supposed to roll the dice
when I don’t even think I can make the sacrifice?
How am I supposed to love
when you can’t rise above?
How am I supposed to rise above the obstacles ahead
when I just feel dead?
How am I supposed to think it’s worth it
when nothing feels perfect?
Copyright ©
Zackary Myers
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