I should be the paranoid one, in fact I am
I'm constantly worrying, pondering the possibility that maybe I'm not good enough
But I'm happy with what I have
and I'm happy that I have you;
Sometimes it seems kind of forced when you say a certain string of words in reply
But I hope with all of my heart it isn't
Because I want to call you mine
I put in more effort than you'll ever realize, more than you'll ever appreciate
It hurts thinking about losing you
But I'm here
I always will be
The thought of you running vivid in my mind almost like a painting
I just wish you could understand