Jun 2018
What is there without you here?
Me.
I’m here empty.
Why must you hurt...
Me?
Is it my fault?
Has to be.
Your perfect.
You deserve better than me.
I am at fault.
Me.
I’m here empty.
Why must you hurt...
Me?
Is it my fault?
Has to be.
Your perfect.
You deserve better than me.
I am at fault.
I wrote this about a girl who can’t notice here worth, she thinks she’s the problem all the time. Live and confusion is all she has.
