not that bad...

i love the lyrics and the story i made here so much i refuse to unlike it sue me . this is a song about the battle between my mental stability and my willingness to love . sorry for bad quality(no mic) when i re-record, ill record the vocals and guitar separately, and mix it better for now, enjoy . Lyrics: We’ll make it out i swear Ill try to make you care About this broken window in our house Or this cotton colored blouse . Do i make you feel like you should? A question that changes the whole damn mood Should i try to be more of a man Than i ever could be? Maybe you’ll see… . I’m not that… x3 Oh where’s my chance To be your man? . Exchanging of numbers In a broken down cafe Like, hey, whats your name? I always forget (what’s on my mind?) . Oh, thinking of a reason For why I can’t hang out again “Oh, look at me, I’m bleeding” Like, goodbye See you next time, or maybe not We could die anytime, so just say goodbye… . I’m not that bad… x3 Oh, where’s my chance To be your man? . What if i do it? Slam my head inside a van Or load up another bullet? Would it hurt more than Going to your house, to try to win you back? Why can’t I relax? Why don’t you call back? . What if i do it? Stick my finger down my throat, cause now i’m only drinking fluids Oh, something’s not right, doc! Just tell me what I want to hear, maybe it’ll clear My hazy head(but i doubt it, cause) . I’m not that bad… x3 Oh, where’s my chance I just want to be your man…