I used to think I was made for you.
But how can I be,
When I can’t even make it to you?
How can I possibly be enough,
When I’m not enough for anyone else,
And I’m barely enough for myself?
I think that maybe I’m broken,
Maybe the damage is beyond repair.
It feels like there is so much inside me.
It feels like there is also nothing at all.
I just want to be made for something, anything.
And if I’m made for anything, I want to be made for you.