I care too much, That makes me sensitive. I expect too much in love, It ruins everything. My mind works overtime, I think too much, I don't sleep well, I tend to get depressed. But being depressed has made me realise, The beauty in a smile, The depth in kindness. I talk too much, I go on,non-stop, People turn the other way when they see me. I have shared too much, My love,kindness care and secrets, I want them all back, I regret being too much.