Dating : I know I'm not the best at anything You know just how to make me feel something

I know I’m not the best at anything
You know just how to make me feel something

Hold on to my hand, or I won’t make it out alive
I just want to feel like I’m going to survive

Terrified of how I’m supposed to feel
Afraid that my heart won’t begin to heal

Remind me who I’m supposed to be every once in a while
Feel like nothing is real, not even my smile

I’m tripping over my two left feet at any given moment
Feeling like I’m always going to be my own opponent

Looking through the mirror, feeling like I’m not really here
Looking away, not feeling right about the yesteryear

Maybe in time, I’ll understand who I am
Someday, I’ll be able to take my own stand

Reading too much into how others feel
Don’t know how I’m supposed to know what they say and what is real

Crying in the middle of the night
I feel everything, but nothing feels right

Treasuring life and everyone I love
It’s just so much, each little push, turns into a shove

Falling into reverse, away from who I used to be
That’s okay though, I’m going to be the real me