I'm trying to be the best that I can be.
Why cant you understand this is hard for me?
Assuming the worst, please take that elsewhere.
Judging me before I speak just isn't fair.
Don't tell me how I feel, for you aren't in my shoes.
I'm starting to realize you have some loose screws.
You're falling apart.
It's like like liquid hate has filled your heart.
I can't stand to even see your name.