I GUESS...

I guess I'm not what you pictured me to be...

I mean two years in & I cant even get a simple conversation in with you see...

I look at love as if the glass is half full never half empty...

but I guess your look on love has an engine which runs of sympathy...

I guess I'm not the one in who you want to share your life with & aim for a strong finish...

I can become the epitome of strength while you crumble under this temporary distance...

I guess I ask for far too much

Lack of keeping your own word equals a lack in trust.

I guess I'm not the one who's basically good enough...

I guess I love you far greater than you could ever love me..

I guess my worst nightmare is now a full blown reality...

I guess this kind of hurts because I put so much faith in you...

I guess hurts worst because you you wanted me to put it on you...

I guess we cant get it right & I'm the one to blame...

I guess its only my fault because i set the bar to a much higher aim....

I guess its my bad, I'm weak I cant get it right...

I guess things will remain fucked up till about march right?

-Darrin Elliot