tell me I\'m not enough
make it coincide
thoughts so brutal
too much never enough
repressing a version of me that\'s so hard to hide
tired of hearing doubt in your words
tired of thinking, damn, I’m the worst
one minute you say I\'m the love of your life
next minute I\'m the cause of our fights
words are abuse too
N\' Im not used to this form of use
heart like a punching bag
you speak your mind and there’s no going back
we make up, but my mind takes notes
you speak, and speak, till you over spoke
feel so lost
no drugs to blame it on
feeling sober than sober
being low feels lower when there\'s nothing to keep you holding on
cheat on myself
replace self-love with a substance, a drug
one-sided love