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I am broken Can I be fixed? I know the way, but I am refusing to follow I can do this on my own At least that is what I try to convince myself of I know it is all a lie, but I believe it anyways It’s just easier Water cannot clean me, no matter how hard I scrub You don’t know my past, can I convince you that I am new? Not if I keep acting so spazzed up whenever you are near But I am not sure I can control that It was always no big deal, when my heart wasn’t involved Now I can’t imagine removing myself And I don’t want to, no matter how much I shake I want something real, can that something be you? Or will you just be another disappointment, will I disappoint you? The tears that I cry aren’t for you though They are for me, and the One that I have lost I feel I need to make things right before we can move on Can you handle that? Can I handle that? Will I keep making this situation bigger to avoid facing the truth Probably And I hate myself for that