"I'm always ******' up and wreckin’ **** It seems like I perfected it I offer you my love I hope you take it like some medicine Tell me ain’t nobody better than me I think that there's better than me Hope you see the better in me Always end up betterin’ me
I don't wanna ruin this one This type of love don't always come and go"
Is our friendship over? If so that's okay. I know people come and go But I don't want to let Something meant to be to Leave when it's in my power To change. If the door is closed I can accept that and move on But if the door is still open And your hand is still on this side I will gladly grab it and hold on. Something pulls me to the door, Some thought, some intuition, That wants to see. Something that wants To know if the door really is closed. Something tells me it is not. So here I am, at the door, Looking for your hand.