There's alot of things,
that I can't explain. I expect someone to approach you, and change the game. Yeah, we’re in love, but how long will that be? I have nothing to offer, except for pussy.
Everyone thinks you're awesome; and that I'm holding you back. They think there's no mindset; the purpose I lack. I see how they look at you, and hear what they say I hear the question "why she gotta be gay?”
It's a power struggle, so I don't say much. You're in control, and I'm taking up space with the stuff. They're ready to spoil you, so why be with me?
Love is one thing; but what about stability.
We’re only still here, because of me. Working hard doing things, that I can't believe. So if I'm not helping; why want me here? Maybe Sean’s right, I’m still living in fear.
This is in no way offensive, this is just how I feel. So many people hit on you and I’m just here to be real. Literally no substance & pressure still tall. Still wondering how I made you “fall” at all.
I don't give sex on time, don't know when you need it. I should know you by now; I deserve to feel defeated.
YOU DESERVE TO BE WANTED; YOU DESERVE TO BE NEEDED; but all I ever do is leave you depleted. Guessing how I'm feeling, usually is the reason. Then it leaves you getting upset with me.
Growing disappointed, killing our expectancy.
Not working and living here are truly affecting me, but the more I speak on it, the more I expect of me.
Can’t be sad because then you feel worse than me. My mood’s up and down, probably for eternity. Feels like nothing is certain, we-
I don’t deserve you, and every day recent that’s been hurting me.
I’m no better than the ones before me.
I still hurt you, you still cry because of me.
What am I worth? If I can’t keep you happy?
What are we worth if I can’t keep you happy?