Can

Can’t put it into words,
Can’t deal with the backfire,
Can’t hold onto friends,
I’m a bad, fucked up…

Can look at the birds,
Admire how they inspire,
Their flight never ends,
Not when I’ve looked up…

Can’t make it all right,
Just by saying thank you,
And sorry for everything,
But I am sorry for starting up…

Can make another fight,
Can try to stick it through,
Prove to you that anything,
Won’t ever again be screwed up…

Promises I make can’t clear,
What I’ve done onto you,
To me, you will always be dear,
But I shouldn’t have blew up…

That friendship that used to be here,
In the corner of my heart belonging to you,
I hope again that you can be so near,
That you can get through all that I messed up…