I've made it worse for everyone,
but mostly just myself.
The un-needed stress that I have done
it isn't good for my health.

I grasp for some certainty
growing more desperate by the minute
I wonder why, for the life of me,
it ever felt like I wasn't in it.

I am here now, love
I am ready to prove
my love for you is enough
I know it's the right move

I never meant to make you unsure
maybe timing just isn't my thing.
Promise to always forgive me, lover,
whenever I test your dear being.

If you were here beside me now
you would see how much I tremble
to know I ******* things up somehow,
worried sick that things could crumble.

Blame it on my sick need
to hear your voice all the time
I know I'm a mess indeed
but no matter what, you're mine.