I hate the things i do and all the shit i put you through.
it's tragic, i'm static.
i am the world's worst, i am my own worst enemy, and i hate me...most days, i can't believe i'm still here.
most day's, i'm surprised.
you want a new lie/line/life, i wanna do what's right by you, but I can't seem to get my shit together, not ever, no matter, how hard i try.
i never seem to get it right.
i'm sick of having you depend on me because i'll let you down like i always do.
i am the world's worst, i am my own worst...it's crazy you stuck with me.
most day's, i can't believe you're still here.
most days, i heard you cry.
and through all the times we've had, i never saw what you saw in me.
through all the times we've tried, i could never be what you needed of me but i wish, i were.
i still remember how i made you feel, once upon a time.
