Crying
My pillow is soaked
I'm losing hope
Why do I feel like such a dope?
Not the good kind
My letters are stained
With all of my tears
Crying for yours
I want you to come back
Please don't leave me
My self-conscience is not making this easy
I've hated myself for so many years
Succumbing to all of my petty fears
God grant me the strength to change what I can
And the wisdom to know the difference of what I can't
I promise I can change,
I'm definitely not perfect
But if you give me a chance
You'll know that I'm worth it.