You’re failing, a failure, pull yourself together.
Take the scissors, place between heart and head; cut the fucking tether.
A mess, no dress, just a void within the shell.
You act fine, but sins like that earn you spaces inside hell.
What’s wrong with you? Stop thinking like that!
If you fuck this up, they’ll never come back.
Actually, fuck this up. You don’t deserve love.
Nor the happy family or wedding doves.
You’re broken, disastrous, shattered at the core.
Let’s be real here; the good guys never keep the whore.