Every time I write It always manages to be about you The pain you caused me, The good you brung me. I’ve tried to forget about you But the truth is It isn’t as easy as people say It’s been 8 years now, But truthfully told I’m traumatized by the good and bad you brought me. Making me feel good enough Making feel like the best being walking this earth, Then like a monster dreading the soil I walk on. Am I really that bad, Were you right all along, When you said I was impossible to be loved?