Tethered to this by choice
I'm here because I want to be
But I might be killing them
Again
I try and try
So hard not to hurt the ones I love
But no matter what I'm just a fuck up
I can't ever get this right
Why do I end up making things bad
What do I really have to do to fix it
I'm either not expressive enough
Or too sensitive
Stone or jelly
I have no grey area
I don't know how to
I just want to make them happy
...
(This didn't rhyme but it is sorta random)
