Help Me

I really don’t know how I keep fucking up
At this point, it isn’t even about luck 
I bought you flowers just to argue again
Now I’m not sure if we’re even friends
You keep saying I hurt you like I meant to
Like I don’t care or love the hell out you
I’m trying the best I know how to fix this
I’m tired of you being someone I miss
Please just help me and meet up halfway
Be the queen I fell for, be my Day

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