I'm bad at love, but you can't blame me for trying, you know I'd be lying saying you were the one that could finally fix me, looking at my history I'm bad at love
I want to heal, I want to feel, what I thought was never real. I want to let go of the pain I've held so long. I want to heal, I want to feel, like I'm close to something real. I want to find something I've wanted all along, somewhere I belong
I can’t believe, I was ever content with living comfortably. I cared too much about trying to save the ones I loved from themselves—as I was helping them find them, I slowly lost myself. I recovered who I was, when I let them go, which ended up, the best decision I’ve ever made.
You can’t expect to grow, while holding onto what’s holding you back from your growth. Sometimes you have to chose, to always be lost while loving them, or let them go and love you.