i won’t ever have to hold my breath
till you get down on one knee
because
you only want to hold me when i’m looking good enough
did you ever feel me
could you ever picture us
every time i pull my hair
well it’s only our of fear
that you’ll find me ugly
and one day you’ll disappear
because
what’s the point of crying it was never even love
did you ever want me was i ever good enough