sometimes you make me feel so dead.
i'm lying here in bed with you
but i feel like i am lying in my grave.
i just poured my heart out to you
and there was nothing you could say.
you make me want to shoot myself.
rip my hair out and cry
you always have me asking
why why why why?

why do i never feel like you love me like you say you do?
why do i feel so inadequete when i am with you?
why do i always feel like i have to impress you?
why do i always  tell myself i can't?
you make me so insecure
and you'll never understand everything you mean to me.

you make me so happy, but sometimes i feel so bad.
you used to talk about your "other girls"
and i know i can't live up to that.
i don't want to compete. i can't.
i can't deal with that pressure
and the feeling of always being second best.
i'm sorry that i came out different
not like them, or you, or any of the rest.

i can't help how i feel.
i love you.
i just wish that was still enough..

love michelle.