I hate the things i do and all the shit i put you through. It's tragic, i'm static. I am the world's worst, i am my own worst enemy, and i hate me…most days, i can't believe i'm still here. Most day's, i'm surprised. You want a new lie/line/life, i wanna do what's right by you, but I can't seem to get my shit together, not ever, no matter, how hard i try. I never seem to get it right. I'm sick of having you depend on me because i'll let you down like i always do. I am the world's worst, i am my own worst…it's crazy you stuck with me. Most day's, i can't believe you're still here. Most days, i heard you cry. And through all the times we've had, i never saw what you saw in me. Through all the times we've tried, i could never be what you needed of me but i wish, i were. I still remember how i made you feel, once upon a time.