One more time.
Just one more guy,
One more heartache on the way.
Always seem to hurt the ones I love;
My honesty cuts you like a knife,
My need to be lonely
Drives you from my side.
My addiction to sorrow
And your guilty pride,
They can never give me space
Without feeling they’ve held me back.
Never just let me be myself;
Be free to be depressed
Without pitying themselves for what they lack.
Maybe it’s not about you,
Maybe these worries are mine,
Maybe I like it this way;
You’ll see that in time,
But in time you’ll leave
Just like the rest.
All relationships I have self-destruct
Maybe it’s best.
Age 20