Of course it wasn’t good enough I wasn’t good enough
It’s no surprise when your covered in tattoos that you don’t even like
When the words just stick to the roof of my mouth
I can’t explain it; I can’t explain a goddamn thing.

Because there are certain situations that
I don’t want to be a part of and this is one of them
I’ve held my sadness but I’m cracking.
How many times can I say this?
When every two months I’m just another disappointment
I can’t remember the last good thing that happened to me.