“You’re gonna fuck up.”
“You're gonna fuck up.”
The voice repeats inside my head as I stare at you.
Iʼm sure I'll say the wrong thing and we'll instantly be through.
I am over analyzing every evidence I have that you may not like me.
But thatʼs just my brain corrupting how I interpret things and see.
I just know I've messed up so much before with people who mattered far less
So please excuse me as I scream and cry because I am under a lot of stress.
Stress that I am not good enough, stress I never will be good enough
Stress because thinking Iʼm even close to lovable has become very tough.
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