Our Unmade Mistakes.

And in this intense loneliness,
we find ourselves believing more and more every day.
Trying to find a way.

I believe so much in what I am,
that I bring myself down everyday,
in every way.

I'm not skinny enough, I'm not pretty enough.
I don't laugh the way you'd think I would,
I don't act the way you think I should.

I just want to make it better,
make myself believe I'm good enough.
But my heart makes it so tough.

Alone. I sit here wondering...
How it turned out this way, what happened to it.
It might be better, or just full of shit.

This is the best kind of fantasy,
when I'm with you.
Predicting your next move.

Pretending I know you more than I ever would.
I don't want to make myself look like a fool.
Placing bets in a unpopular pool.

I thought I figured myself out,
I thought I was okay with who I am..
But it's so much more with me giving a damn.

It's all unclear, and it's probably a bad idea.
You and me, so much you could take.
But I can live with this unmade mistake.