I do not know, I always fuck up,
Constantly making you mad,
Being together feels so good,
Our lives are turning out bad.
You said you need help, I try,
I find myself caught in a trap,
Baited with doubt, fear, and pressure,
Can't get out to aid you before you snap.
Used to being a damsel in distress,
It is difficult to take on another role,
Not looking for a hero to rescue me,
Just don't think I am ready to save your soul.
This is pathetic truth of who I am,
Addicted, weak-minded, fool,
Still dream of bettering my whole self,
Despite efforts, I cannot find the tool.
I am looking for a teacher,
Who can show how to escape my selfish ways,
Once I learn to grow and be selfless
Will deliver a future full of happy days.
They are happy now, but they could be a lot happier for both of us.