• I hate hearing people say your name
    like it actually means something.
    Later on I'm sure I'll realize,
    it stands for everything thats wrong with me.
    I'm just a long shot, lost cause who learning to hate every line.
    Yet I'm sure I still love you at the same damn time.

    We're just a couple of old broken hearts that you've thrown up on the shelf.
    But at least we are unique,
    that would make you just like everyone else.

    I convinced myself that the next time I saw you,
    things would be different.
    But I wasn't even an approach,
    how am I supposed to ask the question.
    I keep telling "You're just not worth it"
    I can't go on living a lie.
    My low self-esteem just hit an all time high.

    My brain left a message for my heart asking "How you been"