I'm not good with words.
And at times I'm a little over dramatic.
I know I have my doubts as well,
But does it even really matter?
These words are all I have to give.
All I need is you to get by.
I try my best and I work as hard as I can,
Just to make you understand the way I feel.
But sometimes I don't think you believe.
I need you to believe in me,
And not to give up on me like everyone else.
I can see that we are falling apart,
With those lines you love to use
and the those times you leave me hanging.
It seems misery loves my company.
But we are still falling apart,
And you always speak,
Just before you're found out.
We fall farther apart and deeper down.
But at least we are falling together.
