In The Mood

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It hurts so much more with reciprocated love
Than it ever did before in the lack thereof
I don't know what I'm doing or how to fix anything
I don't know what will happen if I continue to be me
I break hearts, I make tears, my own not excluded
I smash dreams, I ruin everything I put my hands on

I heave sobs, I heave bricks through the walls of my glass house
I'd rather pass out than continue to consider who I am
Who am I... the wrong guy, the guy with introspective eyes
It's always my failure when the one I've loved & respected cries
The one I'll never live without again if my dreams don't kill themselves
The one whose love I'm going to kill if I'm not careful

No...

I can't kill the love, although maybe she'd be better off
Knowing how to hate me for my faults, I ought to let her off
The hook... but damn if I will, if I do and if I don't...
I won't.  I'm done without her.  Done.

Fix it, Jesse.

Make her happy.

Or else.