How can one give love without receiving
why does a part of me keep believing
you are perfect for me
Even when we're sure we'll never be

Is it the latching on to just have something,
instead of nothing
Is it because maybe this part is right
I worry and I stay awake at night

I think I'm sick
It is harsh when only
one is pained by this question
I don't know how long it wil stick
around

The part of me is wrong
If you don't want to hear me complain,
then leave me.
Because I am to weak to overcome
the part of me that does.