What if you're the one?
What if you're the one who makes me happy?
Turning my bad days into good
How am I supposed to live if one day you decide I'm not good enough?
I want to. I want to love but I always end up scaring myself until it's too late
I grew up with malice hearts
Years spent harping on forced intentions into hateful sounds
Lines my parents spewed to each other until the very end
They had so many waisted, resentful years fuiled with tears
So, I'm sorry I'm scared to love but it's much easier to be with myself cause my own intentions are the only ones I truly know
And darling, you sunflower, you deserve much more than what is given
With me you could never grow.