I tear myself apart to make you pleased
For your approval, I beg on my knees
If you wanted nothing to do with me
Why not leave me alone to be
I can't believe I cried on my birthday
It was the first Sunday of the month May
But still, I would tell you I am okay
Our story is every toxic cliche
Many panic attacks, some are from you
Today I experienced not one but two
Our shared love that was toxic grew and grew
My tear and your blood was a unique view
I always think, what mistake did I make
What change could I have made to make you stay
You said you didn't care about my flaws
But in the end, it led to our downfall.
