I think it's who I am
Or just the things I do
But I seem to always find a way
To screw things up with you
I know I'm not the funniest
Prettiest, or most great
But I know that one day, maybe
You'll see past all of the hate
But time is running out
The end is coming near
Before I curl up and get eaten
By all of my fears
Through this time, the worst part is
That you never got to know
That I was slowly drowning
Sinking to depths that were so low
We used to talk all the time
But that time was the past
Without you doing anything
This darkness will forever last
So I'll just get used to
You not being here
Please just remember
That my story is almost clear
