I am not sure how to fix what's been broken
Scared I lose another piece of you with each word spoken
Everything I don't or do seems to never be right
When I try to figure out the reason we just fight
How many poor decisions can I possibly make
Before my fuck-ups are too much for you to take?
Afraid if I loosen my grip you'll slip away and disappear
But the harder I clutch the less you want me near
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 7:37 AM UTC
I am not sure how to fix what's been broken
Scared I lose another piece of you with each word spoken
Everything I don't or do seems to never be right
When I try to figure out the reason we just fight
How many poor decisions can I possibly make
Before my fuck-ups are too much for you to take?
Afraid if I loosen my grip you'll slip away and disappear
But the harder I clutch the less you want me near
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