i dont know what im meant to do
i want things to be perfect
i dont want to hurt you
i seem to mess a lot of things up
and always seem to be the one that breaks their heart
it's stupid and makes me feel wreckless
i wish i could get things right
because then maybe i could mean something
something more than a fist fight and lost tears
stop the circulation to my legs and break my bones.
dateless and late, i'm better by myself at home.
past the point of trying, and i'm dying here.
secondary. he laughs at every word i know came out completely wrong.
- secondary, brand new