Better

by Jerika   Apr 13, 2005


I'm fed up with me
I'm mad at myself
no one to blame
no one to point a finger at
but my own freaking self
sick of messing up
tired of being not wanted
only if i was better
maybe I'd be wanted
someone might love me
if i was better at things
i might be that one
that he only loved
but because i mess up
and screw everyone over
then nobody wants me
only if i was better
maybe then he'd love me

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