So I know it goes both ways
But it felt like you never really loved all of me
You loved me as much as you were possibly able
But some pieces were missing...and it's so tough to love missing pieces

Then again, it goes both ways
Maybe I needed to learn to love you better
Instead of expecting you to love me harder
Maybe keeping score isn't always the best way to win

Maybe holding on tighter hurts more than letting go
But if I'm drowning either way, I'd rather not do it alone