It's scary to build relationships of any scale,
Chances are we already know they're going to fail,
It's scary to pursue the things that might hurt you in the end,
Just as it is so scary to live with no way to amend.
You know you're going to hurt me unless you don't exist,
What makes you think I'd want to be a tick in your checklist?
Loving you is something I must with my all resist,
Before you turn into a wound on someone else's wrist!
And what value does life experience really have for me?
Every past effort of self-improvement I'll turn into a plea!
If life keeps failing me no matter what I put forth,
Then what the fuck is anything I do at all even worth?
