its not you its me
its me
the way i carry myself the way i think the way i over analyze every situation and wonder why me
why choose me, im so dramatic so overwhelming so over the top so sad so anxious so insecure so me
why choose me
why want me in your life to **** the life out of you because in my eyes thats what i do
i cant accept affection anymore i cant accept a compliment and take it as its real im so me
its not you its me
when i drift off its not you its me
when i let go its not you its me