You tell me that you're in love with me, you get mad if I don't believe,
But as I look deeper in your eyes a question is left with me.
How? How is it possible that we're in love? How can you love me and hurt me at the same time? May be it's just me. May be I am what is wrong. But, I can't help but wonder why. Why am I never good enough? Why are you never around? Why did you stop calling?
What did I do?
If it's my fault then I'm sorry. I'll do anything to fix it. I find myself trying. Giving all my energy for you and not getting anywhere.
But I want to.
And after all this time, and all my thinking....
the only conclusion I can come to, the only thing left is that the very worst part of you...........is me.
