After awhile it doesn’t hurt as much because it’s to be expected. Like you’re just numb.
I know I’m not the prettiest
I know I can be annoying at times
And that I get too excited
I know I’m not the most experienced
And I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I can be quiet
And that I’m sad at times
I’m sorry I’m not good enough
And that my best isn’t enough
I’m sorry that I put forth the effort
I just hoped you would be different and would actually make me feel my worth.
Sorry I’m such a drag for you.