Sometimes I think that
I was the worst.
Sometimes I wonder why
You ever wanted me.

Why did you stay up with me?
Why did you hold me?
Why did you put up with me?
Why did you love me?

Sometimes I think about
How it would be different
If I had done better.
If I had gotten okay,
Would we still be together?

Sometimes I think about what
You should've done.
You should've screamed,
Gotten mad, cursed my name.
Instead, you forgave me,
And you took me back. 

The second time around,
I did worse. We were
Broken. I broke you.
It's my fault, Justin.

Sometimes I think that
I meant nothing to you.
Sometimes I wonder why
You used me.

Sometimes I wonder
Why I wasn't good enough,
David.