All the bruises coming back
No, I don't ever change
Why do good things hurt so bad?
They're not calling your name
Why am I always the victim?
Do I have to be so sensitive?
And why do I find myself distraught?
I'm only a machine, I'm not built for this
Maybe it's because
I ruin everything I touch
Or maybe I'm never enough
I guess I was never enough
And maybe it's because
I'm incapable of love
Maybe I know too little
I think I think too much