my hearts a muscles I can not tame
I handle with depression I\'m so fucking ashamed
I say I\'m happy, honestly I\'m fuck questioning
is God mad at me.
I know I\'m a fuck up
its freaking disappointing
but she still says I\'m the best
she wont stop trying to make me happy she refuses to rest
makes me better my heart a little heavier
with her around I can breath better
I would never be okay if it was not for her
cristal my angel