When every day is a constant battle
for something I'm not sure I even want

I tell myself he's more than enough over and over and over trying to convince myself it's the truth. trying to train myself like a little puppy to believe my words I force out of my mouth.

I know he cares, I know he cares.
He needs you, he needs you.
He's more than enough, more than enough.
You're worth it, you're worth it.
it'll be alright, it'll be alright.
shhhhhhhhhh....
It'll be ok, baby, it'll be ok.

Sick horrors haunt my living nightmare.
everything around me becomes a way out, but I tell myself I can't.
and I find it kinda funny how long I spent trying not to be like everyone else, when I ended up the girl saying it's only worth fighting if I can have him, and he doesn't want me, he wants her, so why bother anymore? I find it kind of cliche the way I tell you I love you and would do anything for you, but the way you shoot me down for for, but tell me we can be friends.

It makes me sick to my stomach to say that I'm no better than the damn popular hopeless romantic I spent my whole life trying not to be like.

but nothing I can do, or so you say. I guess you would tell me we just have to wait and see what happens, everything causes change, you never know, that's it... you sick sole keep leading the girl on. keep telling her it'll be ok because you just want to believe it yourself. hey guess what?

Sometimes things are not just OK. sometimes things are messy, that's life.

I'm so sick of being this girl. I'm so sick of chasing after things I can't have and then being laughed at for even trying.

tell you what? if I knew I could watch you from above I wouldn't be here. I'd be close to yo up there than I ever will down here. and I'd never have to shed another tear wishing I turned out a better sole.