Tragician

(I spend most of my days,

and most of my nights

chasing tomorrow.)

I hate the things i do and

all the shit i put you through.

It’s tragic, i’m static.

I am the world’s worst,

i am my own worst enemy,

and i hate me…most days,

i can’t believe i’m still here.

Most day’s, i’m surprised.

You want a new lie/line/life,

i wanna do what’s right by you,

but I can’t seem to get my shit together,

not ever, no matter, how hard i try.

I never seem to get it right.

I’m sick of having you depend on me

because i’ll let you down like i always do.

I am the world’s worst,

i am my own worst…it’s crazy you stuck with me.

Most day’s, i can’t believe you’re still here.

Most days, you cry.

You want a new lie/line/life,

i wanna do what’s right by you,

but I can’t seem to get my shit together,

not ever, no matter, how hard i try.

I never seem to get it right.

And through all the times we’ve had,

i never saw what you saw in me.

Through all the times we’ve tried,

i never be what you needed of me but i wish, i were.

You want a new lie/line/life,

i wanna do what’s right by you,

but I can’t seem to get my shit together,

not ever, no matter, how hard i try.

I never seem to get it right.

I still remember,

i still remember,

i still remember,

how i made you feel.

I still remember,

i still remember,

i still remember,

how i made you feel,once upon a time.