I'm broken, I'm destructive,
I break myself down to fill in the missing pieces of others.
I'm worth less than the cars crushed in the corner of the junkyard
I'm not worth more than a used up lighter or even a burnt match.
I'm unstable , I'm aggressive
I live in regret and in agony at the expense of the happiness of others
I've accepted that about me for the longest time,
but why do you make me question that?
I want to say I feel nothing for you
But that doesn't solve why my heart rate rises when you call
I want to say you're just a friend
But then why do I feel cut when you call me just that?
You make me feel safe, you make me feel wanted
You make my soul happy when you're present
You turn my day around when it's shit,
How do you always make it better?
But I'm scared, baby, can't you see?
What if, this time, you're the one who's not enough for me?
The last time this happened, I broke her heart
I don't want you to complete me, if it means I'll be tearing you apart
Maybe it's because I love you, maybe too little, maybe a little too much
I don't want you to be hurt when my greed takes over,
I don't want you to be my rebound when i have nobody to go to.