(I spend most of my days, and most of my nights chasing tomorrow.) i hate the things i do and all the shit i put you through. itâs tragic, iâm static. i am the worldâs worst, i am my own worst enemy, and i hate meâ¦most days, i canât believe iâm still here. most dayâs, iâm surprised. you want a new lie/line/life, i wanna do whatâs right by you, but I canât seem to get my shit together, not ever, no matter, how hard i try. i never seem to get it right. iâm sick of having you depend on me because iâll let you down like i always do. i am the worldâs worst, i am my own worstâ¦itâs crazy you stuck with me. most dayâs, i canât believe youâre still here. most days, i heard you cry. and through all the times weâve had, i never saw what you saw in me. through all the times weâve tried, i could never be what you needed of me but i wish, i were. i still remember how i made you feel, once upon a time.