All these things I've said I'd do
I don't see at all how I'll make it through
These trials these challenges
To be a better me
I can't seem to improve
The slightest of these
I pick and scrape
And barely get by
Though maybe that's only
In my eyes

And how undeserving am I
Of the graceful, steady
Love he provides
And he knows this
Yet provides nonetheless
For true love is forgiving
And searches for your best

When I'm falling down
Breaking apart it seems
He holds me steady
As soon as he's ready
Never abandons or drops
And treats me like a lady

How undeserving am I
To have such a lover
Who gives so many chances and more
To learn again and restore
Even if I keep repeating
Things that cause heart-sore

So I break and I build
This heart in my chest
For my lover my sight
And do all that I might
To learn and to grow
So I may treat him right

Tell me again,
how I'm not good enough.
Tell me again,
how I must strive to be better,
in order to be accepted
not only by the best colleges,
but also by my peers.

No one likes a stupid girl, right?

I'll bring home a B as a final grade,
but you'll stick me in tutoring anyway,
Because of what a test grade has to say.
Is this encouragement?
Or is it simply what you're using,
to mask the disappointment?

Don't think I can't see it.
You're saying with a smile,
that this will be good for me,
but in reality, you think I need it,
just to get by.

Tell me again
to try harder.
Just signal me with your eyes!
I don't need you to voice it.

Tell me again
Tell me, over and over,
and over again.
And with every time you voice your opinion,
I'll scream louder,
I know.

I know I am not good enough.

One day I will lose my voice telling you.

Silly girl
You're a disaster
A mess and a wreck
Be stronger be better
Look past yourself
Be better be stronger
Silly girl
You're a disaster
Reeking havoc
On all you touch
You twister you storm
Calm down
You chaotic mess

Some of the sweetest wine
Softly rolls over my tongue
And I can barely taste
The flavor it offers

I always though the world was lying
When they'd rehearse the words
Speaking about how this thing called 'love'
Was the most beautifully tragic thing
I never understood how something like that
Something so powerful
Could exist and be attainable

But now I know
That love
True love

Is so painfully beautiful
If you ever dip your toes
Into the sea of love
Don't hesitate for a moment
To throw yourself fully in
For it's better to love fully
Than wade in the shallow
And risk never understanding
The most painful beauty the world offers

A week passes by
Like a flood
Sweeping through
Collecting it all
Memories, laughter,
Tears, photographs
And now
I know you
Just a little better
Just a little more
A week passes by
Like a flood
Like the streets in this city
As the rain keep pouring
And the wind
Keeps howling
A week passes by
Like a flood
Of the tears
Down our cheeks