Of course,
Surely,
It's going to be her.
All I have is words and cynical thoughts put together.

I am never enough,
There's so little of me for you to even love,
I was moulded into a chaotic mess,
A tangled string I can't unwind,
Of course it's going to be her,
She's all right,
While here I am trying to live a life.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised,
That it's always her after all this time.
Why would someone ******* angelic like you, love a tangled string?
A closed book,
When you have so many stories,
And love to give,
But I will only shut you out because I love you,
But I am scared.