I'm just sad.
I'm just me.
And me is sad,
so deal with it.

You waltz around like
everything is okay.
But it's
Not.
Okay.

I don't want to pretend.
I love you.
For every mile that
it's worth.
I love you.

I make one comment.
Ten comments,
You say NO.
No, you don't get to say that.
You don't get to keep saying that,
and saying sorry.
Like
It's.
Okay.

Then NO.
You don't get to keep
breaking my heart
and coming back,
Like
It's.
Okay.

I'm trying to love you better,
and you're trying to be okay.
When we all know,
It's
Not.
Okay.

I'm trying to love you better.
And you.
you're trying to love her better.
The way you spent all those
years together.

Me.
I'm just me.
I'm ugly.
From the inside out.
I'm a beautiful disaster.
I'm a mess.
I'm a
"Can't hold it together"
Kind of girl.

And you laugh,
the way I cry,
So baby,
Let me go.
Let me let go.

Because I can't compare.
To someone who leaves you.
To someone who is not with you.
To someone who wants you,
but refuses to be with you.
I am not that.
I am not her.

And that is not good enough for you.
I will never be good enough for you.
Not because I'm not good enough.
But because,
I'm.
Not.
Her.