Hurts. No mood.

Something about you is so special, it makes me want to keep trying, foolishly it seems.

Something about me is so repulsive, that gives you no opinion of me, that seems to dull you.

Slamming myself doesn't work, no one will like it. Especially you.

I mean nothing, not special enough.

Plainly by remembering you longer than anyone else, won't do shit.

Merely by saying I'd die for you won't make things happen.

I don't know your opinion, so it's difficult.

Feeling fucked.

I've got to stop thinking for myself.

I'll pick myself up.