There are always so many things
That I can't do
And very few
That I can do right
That's why what I did
Didn't work out how I wanted
When you gave me your heart
I couldn't do the same
When you said I love you
I left you standing there alone
To be engulfed by your pain
When you said you hated me
Well, that's one thing I could say
And one thing I did right away
Although I knew it wasn't right
And then after some time,
Many realizations and much pain
I came to think that
Taking my own life was the only way
That I could stay sane
I tired so hard and many times
But then again,
I can never do anything right
But I tried even harder this time
You found me here
And held me until they got there
Screaming at me not to die
And I regret that the last thing I heard
Was your sobs and cries
Or so I thought
But I never do anything right
That's why I'm lying in this sterile room
Where the only color is blinding white
Did you bring me here?
Did you save me?
If you did
Why aren't you here now?
I guess it's best this way
I don't want you to see me cry
And hear what I have to say
"I can't do anything
And what I can isn't right
All of these things I do
Is to avoid saying
I love you"