As day begins my thoughts are clear,
I wonder if she is has awoke?
A morning text, but what to say?
"I Love You" or a ****** joke?

You make me smile, you make me warm,
You make me feel so rich and free.
You're beautiful in every way,
Except that you're too good for me.

You say you're not, I know you are,
I'm told it every day for starts.
The man in the mirror reminds me each day,
"The only pro of you is darts"

"You're sloppy, ugly, ******, dumb
Your character is weak and stale.
She's gonna realise today
That she deserves a better male"

If I wanted the best for you,
I'd walk away and leave you be.
You'd have a so-much better life
If not for the problem, me.

But I don't want the best for you,
I want to keep you near and close.
This warm and fuzzy, heart addiction
I think I've had an overdose.

I'd used to want to give my life
To make all of yours dreams come true.
But the pain of leaving is too high a price.
I'm selfish and I'm using you.