Hello,

Everywhere I go, it tends to be this and that.

Of course I'm wrong, I mean I have to be.

Every time I turn I know it's you I see.

I can't help but stare until your image goes away.

Every day I can't help but wish I didn't stick up for myself.

Make the right choice, maybe?

Everything I own is in question now, 

It's not the same. So why not get rid of it?

Every way I do things seems to be inept.

My social skills come off well, but in the end they are short.

Every flaw I have, you seem to notice.

I don't think I've ever felt worse about myself,

Every wish I've ever made, never came true.

My wish was to have you, look how that turned out.

to be honest i dont even know how to end this