Why aren't I good enough?
Why does everybody leave?
Why do they promise things
They never, ever mean
Why am I always the pit stop
The one to mend the broken soul
When will it be my time
To take up the wounded role
When will someone love me
When will they finally set me free
What do I have to do?
Who do I have to be
For surely, it isn't me.
I'm wrong
Useless and pathetic
I'm alone and afraid
With no one to talk too
I'm tired of this life I live
And all this strife
I wish I could be as good as him
Maybe than you would of stayed and loved me
Maybe then id be enough
Maybe than this chaos in my life
Would finally stop.
Maybe.
