What is wrong with me?
I can clearly see that you love him.
I can see that he loves you.
I can see that you guys are happy together and I make things worse.
I'm a broken bone that never healed.
I'm a bullet that can't be pulled out, that still hurts.
I'm that annoying woodpecker that wakes you up in the morning and never shuts up.
You aren't coming back.
Why do I even pretend?
You are in love and I lost out.
I lost my chance.
I should do the world a favor and **** off the annoying woodpecker.
Then you could live in peace.
And I could meet my maker.