Nothing is perfect.
I'm finally finding out we all have this struggle. I'm so sick of failing and tired of falling. I've made a mess of my life. Every day is something else I've done something wrong to you. Why do I want you? Why do I need this? When everything I am is numb.
Oh God it hurts, but how can this be? When I can't feel anything.
I'm watching the leaves fall without you. This wasn't my idea of happiness. I only wanted the best for you, and that wasn't me.