some nights i question my worth.
even though i know i should not.
i wonder if i had been enough would he have never hurt me, would he have fought for me, for us.
if i had been enough would he of moved on so quick.
you told me you loved me but if you loved even the smallest parts of me you never would have made me feel this way.
and so some nights i question my worth
even when i know i should not.