I guess it's true
It's not you its me.
It's me who has insecurities
Who's afraid of never being loved
To break down the walls.
It's me who can't move quick enough for you
It's me who can't open up
To every question you ask.
It's me who can't get over the past
Who can't take a hard hit
And shrug it off.
It's me who carries around a large suitcase
Filled with the things I've seen
The baggage that I have to carry.
It's me who's slowing you down
And for that,
I'm sorry.