You said:
We always make it right
Thats one of the greatest things we do
But when a few days past by
We find another reason to argue
The most of it is always about
That I ask to much attention
That I have no patient
All I want is for you is to be happy
So what makes you happy?
That I say:
You dont mean a thing to me...?
Like I dont know it any longer
Im so sick and tired to look in your eyes
And see how much you find
All the wrong things within me
Where is even the sparkle of that I do it all right?
I like to see you
Want to be with you
But every second time it isnt working
Cause you are always only mad
So tell me
Am I really worth it?
