Breathe

Breathe.....breathe
They keep telling me this
But I'm so angry
And so upset
Their both boiling over each other

But why?
I don't know why.
I keep talking about the future
It will be good
But I want someone
Holding my hand
Kissing me
On the road to the future

But anyone I want
Can't see it
Because they don't think
That I could be great
For them

I don't think its that
But its true
I think I'm like this
Because I made it like that
It's my fault
Bottom line

So all I can do is breathe
And hope I don't fall apart....