If it means a lot to you.

I can never really be happy.
I pretend.

I help people even though I can't help myself.
Is there something wrong with me?

You talk about her so much that maybe I shouldn't be with you.
You say you might love me, but sometimes I think you're only saying it to get with me.

It makes it a lot worse with my depression.
I wish I wasn't so nice.
I put everyone before myself.
I know it's not good, but I'll push my problems away just to help someone else

I love you so much.
But it hurts to see your hurt.

I don't wanna leave you but someday I might.