Sometimes if I were to tell you just how I feel
It would be to tell you how afraid I am that my scars won't heal
I would tell you how some days I feel like a total mess
And that some days I feel like our love is a constant test
A test that I am almost sure that I will not pass
So I convinced myself that our love won't last

I would tell you how some days I can feel it creeping in
The certainty of unworthiness ...