There is always a conflict
Present in my life...

Someone to tell me I’m pretty
For I truly think I’m not...

I depend on others
This is true...

When you die
You might soon be forgotten...

One must be cautious
With you lurking about...

You are a monster
Birthed directly from within...

They weave a path
Full of thorny vines...

What do you do:
when you see everyone around you with someone...

If only I could tell you, then what would you...
Would you think “I’ve never thought of her...

When life has no meaning,
when life is a mess...

What I want is a lover that’s my friend
but what I’m truly looking for...

If I were to tell you
How I feel about us...