Jesus' Prophecies Cannot Attain

How many tears must I shed?
To prove to you that I love you
How many sleepless nights must I spend?
Awake in bed rolling, tossing and turning
Can you please stop making me hate myself?
Why do I feel as if I’m not good enough?
You deserve to be with the perfect man
An optimist
We both know how I am
Pessimistic, and over-sensitive, I feel as if I smother you
I clearly don’t deserve you for the wrongs I have done
And if I were a completely different man
I still would not deserve you
I stole your heart to tear it to shreds
But still you love me?
I hate myself for what I have done but yet you still love
You love enough for us both
Perhaps that’s my reasoning to being so drawn to you
This love leaves me sick
So twisted and contorted
There is only one question on my fragile mind
Only one question that pulses through my veins
What will I do to prove my love to you?
And if I do prove it to you will you ever trust me again?
Honestly…
I wouldn’t