Sometimes I think I'm scaring you away.
With my frequent tantrums, mood swings, childishness:
Who wouldn't want to leave?
Who would ever wish to stay?
I hate every time we argue
Or when you're mad at me,
But more than anything I hate myself.
Because I feel that there's only a thin string
That holds whatever we have together.
And that it can snap at any moment.
There are times when I imagine losing you,
And suddenly my tears are flowing
And I can't breathe.
And there's a chill that spreads from my chest
To the tips of my limbs.
And always, always I feel like that moment
Is just around the corner.
Don't be mistaken.
I have fate in us.
I have fate in you.
It's just that I don't--I can't--trust myself
Not to make a mistake.
THE mistake.
That which will make you realize
That I'm not worth it.
Never was.
Never will be.
I'm very selfish but I really wish you never come to your senses.
