Feelings.

What's the point in them?

They destroy us

And then we praise them.

You want to be loved,

You want to be cared for,

You want to be understood.

And trust me when I say

That I can be the one

To clean away your tears

When you feel like you're nothing.

I can be the one

To love with no 'buts'.

I love you

Just the way you are.

But your mind is set.

You want to give up.

But that's not the answer.

I think your answer is right here,

On the other side of your screen.

My words are failing me,

You've truly hurt me.

I thought I could do it.

I thought I could love you

Until you felt no pain.

I guess my plan failed.

Why did I think

That this time I could do it?

When all the other times

I was heartbroken and hopeless.

Why did I think

That you would be the one?

The one that would love me

Just for being me.

The one that would change

This horrible tradition

Of always being changed

By the most pretty girl.

I was wrong, okay?

I screwed it all up.

I let my feelings take control.

I thought I knew what I was doing.

But it never is that way.

It's all a delirium.

It's all in our heads.