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I Can't Do That

I fucked this up

I wasn't good enough 

I rushed us

I didn't trust

I gave into fears 

And I was insecure

I was jealous 

And terrified 

I knew what was going to happen

And I did it anyway

I was too clingy

And I cared too much

I wasn't patient

I wasn't understanding 

I was demanding 

I was afraid

I fucked this all up

And it's all on me

I’d love to blame her

But I can’t do that 

I was too eager

Too open

Too fast to love

I was too desperate for her 

A sad little man

I cried my eyes out

Too many times

I died

A little

Each time 

It was a wild ride

One I couldn't handle

It was a mess

A test I couldn't pass

It was rough

And I wasn't tough enough 

I wasn't strong

I cared too much

I loved too deeply 

And now I feel like

I fucked it all up.


CH 12/17/25

 
 
 

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