Why am I always the problem If I'm such trouble then ******* get rid of me? Are you stuck with me- Just obligation like duty? Then quit acting like any of this is for me ******* do you really love me? Why are we always here and I'm the one to blame? Or am I really just the problem and I can't handle the name. Why reach out just to crush my hand Why direct just to turn me right around- Is it me? Am I the problem, Because that's all you seem to call me besides that name you know I hate, Because to you, I can never be And even when I fall apart you don't relent, "I'm listening!" To what? It can't be me cause you just keep saying The same ****, over and over again.