It's not what you're used to.
I know I need a little bit more than a phone call
saying I miss you.
I never wanna make you feel beaten,
broken down,
or misused.
Yeah,
I hate it so when you're down,
me trying to iron out all my issues.
But it's gonna click soon.
Yeah,
a few in the past didn't think it would last,
started calling me worthless.
And I know it's hard seeing nothing but stars up there so perfect.
And looking inside,
I know it's easy to find cracks in my surface.
But I'll make it worth it.
Cause I've been looking for somebody,
someone who can teach me how to do it,
no.
And I've been told a hundred times I know I'm hard to love.
I'm hard to love.
I'm hard to love.
I've never really been the type to ask for help.
Mostly when it comes from someone else.
I've learned to leave my problems on the shelf.
It's something I do better by myself.
I'll find more time.
I'll fight, I swear.
I'll do my all to make it right.
And then who put you first?
I'll work no rest.
I'm giving it my best.
Cause I've been
looking for somebody,
someone who can teach me how to do it,
no.
And I've been told a hundred times I know I'm hard
to love.
I'm hard to love.
I'm hard to love.