My Personal Hell

This will be the end of me,
I want to believe your words.
Because of jealousy,
I feel alone in the world.

I feel so buried and I can't dig myself out.
I'm torn up by the pain, the stress, and my self-doubt.
I hope you wait for me to understand myself.
I'm writing songs for you from my personal Hell.

I really think you love me,
But how can I really know?
Why can't I just be happy?
Why can't I go with the flow?

I feel so buried and I can't dig myself out.
I'm torn up by the pain, the stress, and the self-doubt.
I hope you wait for me to understand myself.
I'm writing songs for you from my personal Hell.