Worse For The Wear

Well, I'm stressed again and restless cause you know it's never been enough for me. And we both know that I wear down way too easy. But could you talk to me? Cause anyone could say anything to make me thing that this doesn't mean leaving. You can't undo what you've done and you can't take back all the memories from everyone you've loved. bIt's so selfish to thing an apology is enough and it's so useless to feel this fucked. All the the times I've wanted to just lay down and die they flash right before my eyes. All the times I've picked myself back up. They are a constant reminder that I will never fucking give up